Being a parent is a wild unimaginable ride on a roller coaster. One that you cannot anticipate and one that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I’m going to meet Keith’s first “talked about” girlfriend on Friday at 3 p.m. I’m more nervous about whether she’ll like me than whether I’ll like her. I already know I’ll like her if Keith does. Weird that I feel so strongly about that, but I do.
Tonight was one of those nights when I really found out that I am not the mother I had. I’m positive of it. And it feels awesome. As though I won the lottery because I can be a better Mother than I ever imagined for my own child. So much more I could blog but I won’t. Being a Mom…it’s really not something you do until your child is walking and talking and out there experiencing life not holding your hand. Keith is 17, I’m so proud of him.
I have been told by those that came before me to remain neutral about the girlfriends. If you don’t like them they become more appealing and if you like them too much you are doomed too. Isn’t great to realize how much you like your own kid?
So, how did it go meeting his girlfriend for the 1st time?