Tonight is 8th grade parent night at the high school. So basically, Freshman orientation. Wasn't Tyler just learning to walk, tie his shoes, ride a bike, write his name, etc.? Seriously people, I'm not old enough to have a kid in high school. Right?
I am trying so hard to encourage my children to move forward in life with confidence. But I really wish they were still little and needed me a little more. Last night Tyler told me he needed to talk to me. (heart pounding, eek!) So, in my cheeriest, heartfelt mom voice I asked what he wanted to talk about. A girl. (double eek!) He told me that he liked her and she likes him and is it okay if he goes out with her. (Collective "oh how sweet") Yep, my 13 almost 14 year old son asked me if he could go out with a girl. He still appreciates my opinion. Thank goodness.
On another note, Ashley admitted I might know a little more than her when she insisted on going to Tyler's soccer game last night instead of going to bed as I suggested. About 5 minutes after the game started she told me she feels bad and wished she was home in bed. Mom's know best, is what she said. Cute. She's been sick for a few days. Still feeling crummy today.
I guess they do still need me. I just have to wait for them to come to me.