I got plates on the scooter, and I’m getting better at corners. I haven’t run anyone over yet, so I’d say I’m doing well. Not quite ready for a Harley yet, but I’m making progress. LOL! Jacob made it home safely from his dad’s house, and he has “enjoyed” navigating the details of purchasing an out-of-state vehicle and dealing with crazy insurance companies. Today he gets to register it, so he is just about broke. LOL.
I’ve gotten a lot of flack for making him purchase his own insurance. I’m not sure why. It is his truck, and he is graduated from high school and going to be off on his own soon. I figure now is the best time for him to get used to being responsible. If he has to pay it, he will definitely think twice before doing something dumb. Also, I am here to help if the need arises.
Over the last 21 plus years, I have been told that I’m too hard on the kids, too wishy-washy, not strict enough, too strict, and on and on. At first, I took all of that to heart and attempted to be a “better” parent, but somewhere along the line, I stopped listening to all that. Life is tough, and I wanted my boys to be loving and kind yet strong and responsible men. I don’t know that I accomplished all that, but hopefully, the military will pick up where I left off. LOL
My oldest wears his heart on his sleeve and has the hardest time saving any money, and he spends it almost before he gets it. He is always “loaning” his friend’s money. The youngest, well, he protects his heart by being a little too cocky and would rather spend someone else’s hard-earned cash than his own. They are almost night and day in any comparison, but they are both hard workers and would give the shirt off their back if they thought someone needed it.
Will I ever get the “mom of the year” award, I doubt it, but I think I did all right. I suppose time will tell. I hate that this chapter of my life is coming to an end. Being a mom was all I ever wanted to do, and now that it’s no longer my full-time job, I’m left with trying to figure out what I want to do when I’m grown up. I don’t think it’s a full-on mid-life crisis, but if you see me on a Harley, an intervention might be necessary. X’s & O’s.
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