Without going into detail, V’s working his way out of the trouble he got himself into. It’s hard though. He’s still a 12 year old. He still grumbles about work. He still tries to talk to everyone at school. And, when you are in *big* trouble, all of the little stuff is more noticeable. My struggle is knowing how hard to be on him for the little stuff.
D is back to work… He returned to his old job. He is such a hard worker, but couldn’t get any interviews when he was looking elsewhere.
And my little D is doing well. He was on honor roll last quarter and has a nice new girlfriend. He is learning quickly about how expensive things are.. and he, too, has been looking for a job, but has also had no luck.
My little beanie is doing well. She is a little behind in school. She has always been a little behind academically. We are asking, once again, for the school to test her for any learning disabilities. She wasn’t behind enough to warrant testing in the past. And that’s rough. Do we really need to wait for our kids to fail before we find out if we can help them? Anyhow, she has started Kumon, too. She isn’t a big fan, but, as always, she does her best.
B is working. All.the.time! Thankfully, there’s not travel for a couple weekends.
Me? Well, I don’t know. I think I am back to “normal” (whatever that means). I am still pretty high stress and the littlest thing can cause a panic attack. But, there aren’t daily tears. And I am able to get what needs to be done done. I have also gotten out and walked quite a bit lately. I still haven’t made a return to the gym. And I need to. I know that working out will help, but it also takes time & effort & energy. And, those have been in short supply lately.
I have survived nearly a year of being the mother of a teenager. And tomorrow I get to start the journey of being the mother of more than one teenager. I will say, however, that this dude has already given me a taste of his teen attitude. He and I clash on humor and school and clothing. But, I know that somewhere in there is the little guy who came to us all those years ago.
Teaching the class I taught to future foster/adoptive parents, there was one common complaint among my students. Class after class they would tell us that we were too negative. We only shared the hardships of fostering. We only shared the horror stories.
