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When Does it Get Easier?

When Does it Get Easier?

Distressed Housewife / September 7, 2013


Just when does it get easier, letting your children go?

My son has gone to Beaver camp and the time is going so slow.

I walked past his empty room last night and my heart gave a little jolt,

Then I lay awake and worried that if he’s cold it will be all my fault.

I started wondering if I’d packed the right stuff and will he get any sleep?

And thinking that when I see him later will it embarrass him if I weep?

I’ll have to give myself a good talking to, when to secondary school he goes,

And not lie in wait around corners to sort out any bullies or foes.

What will I do when he turns seventeen and wants to learn how to drive?

I’ll have to resist the urge to follow him or race ahead to watch him arrive.

I MUST NOT lie on the back seat of his car, using a blanket as my cover,

If he’s getting ‘friendly’ with a girl she may not take kindly to discovering his mother.

And what about when he wants to go out with the lads at weekends on the lash?

I’ll be watching from one end of the bar, disguised in glasses and fake moustache.

I dread the time that is bound to come, when some girl breaks his heart.

I’ll want to stun her with a Taser gun or take her out with a poisoned dart.

I’m never going to come to terms with him jetting off to some exotic place.

I’ll be nagging about the importance of sun cream and hiding out in his suitcase.

He’ll be about to get down and dirty with a buxom holiday rep by the name of ‘Bex’

And I’ll pop up with a condom at the end of his bed and remind him of our talks of safe sex.

Heaven help him when he meets ‘The One’ and introduces her to Mum and Dad;

I’ll try not to tie her to a chair and ask her how many sexual partners she’s had.

Or discover if she has a criminal past by shining a torch in her pretty eyes,

I’ll be discreet about my background check and the detector to reveal any lies.

I know that it’s my son’s life and he must lead it any way he chooses,

That my job is to support him and soothe literal and emotional bruises.

I want what any parent wants, for my children to be happy and content,

To be a shoulder for them to cry on, an outlet for their anger to vent.

The rational part of my brain tells me such and I know that it speaks sense,

It’s just that my heart that loves him so damn much leaps automatically to his defence.

I can’t help wanting to fight his battles and stop him from getting sad or hurt,

Each day it becomes more complex than picking him up and brushing off the dirt.

But I’ll vow to try my hardest, to be reasonable and keep myself in check,

To smile, put on my make-up and pretend that I’m not an emotional wreck.

Being a parent is the hardest thing of all to do and to our limits we all get tested.

So I’m going to measure my own success if they reach adulthood and I’ve not been arrested 😉

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    • Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 7, 2013 at 1:26 pm

      Great poem – funny but very poignant. So hard letting them go isn’t it? Each little stage is another milestone. My boy goes off to cub camp for two nights next weekend – I will miss him terribly 🙁

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 8, 2013 at 9:16 am

        Thank you. Yes, and very, very scary. I know but it’s worth it when they come home so enthusiastic and having learnt loads of new things, which is how my boy is today (yesterday he was so tired he could barely string a sentence together!) 😉

    • Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 8, 2013 at 10:39 am

      This is so amazing! You’ve put parenting into prose perfectly. Sharing!

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 11:09 am

        Thank you very much 🙂 x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 8, 2013 at 6:30 pm

      What a fab post!

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 11:14 am

        Thank you, much appreciated 🙂 x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 12:17 pm

      Beautifully written!

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 3:39 pm

        Thank you very much x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 1:24 pm

      That’s a really lovely post, made me smile 🙂 #MagicMoments

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 3:56 pm

        Thank you very much, glad you enjoyed it 🙂 x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 5:43 pm

      I love this! Exactly how I feel about my sons!

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 6:02 pm

        Thank you. It’s so nerve-wracking, isn’t it? Thanks for your comments 🙂 x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 6:42 pm

      Fab post x

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 7:11 pm

        Thank you kindly 🙂 x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 7:44 pm

      It’s not until we become parents ourselves that we realise what a tough job they went through… this post goes to serve that point perfectly. I really enjoyed this…

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 10, 2013 at 7:45 pm

        Definitely; I feel sorry for my mum especially, when I used to forget to ring to say I’d be late. I didn’t realise what I put her through until I had my own kids. I think it’s called karma… Thanks for your comments 🙂

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 9, 2013 at 10:16 pm

      Amazing poem, letting go is never easy but must be done. You write so well.

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 10, 2013 at 7:46 pm

        Thank you lovely. I know, so hard x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 10, 2013 at 1:39 am

      Brilliant, I love this. I feel the same way about my boys!

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 10, 2013 at 7:47 pm

        Thank you hun. Let’s hide out in disguises and spy on them together 😉 Thanks for your comments x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 10, 2013 at 1:06 pm

      I love this poem honey its fantastic!!

      thanks for linking up with #MagicMoments x

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 10, 2013 at 7:48 pm

        Thank you hun, much appreciated. Thanks for hosting, as always xx

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 11, 2013 at 8:16 pm

      Absolutely fabulous post. I think every parent can relate to this 100%!

      Thank you for linking up with The Weekend Blog Hop

      Laura x x x

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 12, 2013 at 5:48 pm

        Thank you, I’m glad it’s not just me 😉 It was great to join in, thanks for hosting xx

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 13, 2013 at 3:56 pm

      I have a post just like this in my drafts waiting to be finished. I’ve got to start thinking about Universities – eek.

      Brillantally written.

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 14, 2013 at 6:51 am

        SO scary; my friend is in the same position, dreading letting her daughter go to live miles away from home. On the plus side, though, she’ll be a twenty minute drive from us so we all feel better about that 😉 Let me know when you’ve written your post, I’ll have a read and we can be terrified together. Thanks for your comments x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 14, 2013 at 6:54 am

      You are so one of my favourite writers and I blinkin’ love this poem. I am so the same. I am forever wanting to call to check on Lucas and my brothers really take the mick. They’ve told me that when he’s 16, I won’t be able to phone the headteacher to check he’s eaten his lunch, is playing with his friends and that he ‘looks happy’!!!!!!

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 14, 2013 at 7:10 am

        Thank you hun, that’s a lovely thing to say. Ha! I’m so glad it’s not just me that feels like this. It’s OK, we can sit in disguise, drink wine and spy on them together 😉 x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 14, 2013 at 4:10 pm

      Lovely poem about growing up and letting them go!

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 16, 2013 at 8:21 am

        Thank you very much x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 14, 2013 at 8:20 pm

      I love the poem and the sentiment behind it. My eldest had her first ever Beaver’s camp earlier this year. It was the first time she had stayed anywhere that wasn’t family. She had a ball, I had a lump in my throat the whole time.

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 16, 2013 at 8:22 am

        Thank you. It’s so hard, isn’t it? That feeling sounds very familiar. Thanks for your comments x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 15, 2013 at 6:33 pm

      So much to think about! My eldest hasn’t even started school yet… You amaze me with your creativity and wit once again! Just popping over from #PoCoLo to say hi!

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 16, 2013 at 8:27 am

        There is, every day, but we wouldn’t change it though, would we? Thank you, I’m very glad you popped over when you leave such lovely comments 😉 x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 16, 2013 at 8:36 pm

      I don’t quite know what else to day except – ASOLUTELY AND UTTERLY BRILLIANT! I love this 🙂 Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought and PoCoLo x

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 17, 2013 at 1:07 pm

        Ah, thank you kindly, lovely lady. Welcome, thanks for hosting x

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 18, 2013 at 11:53 am

      This is great. I love this. Reminds us that as parents – we will always worry, but sometimes we have to let them get on with it. Thanks for linking up to Wednesday Words. I have a badge too – it should be at the bottom of each post. xx

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 18, 2013 at 12:36 pm

        Thank you hun, I know, scary but necessary. Welcome; your badge is permanently at the bottom of my landing page with my other favourite linky badges but I’ll make sure to add it to individual posts too xx

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : September 18, 2013 at 12:54 pm

        Thank you hun; I know, scary but necessary. You’re welcome; your badge is permanently displayed at the bottom of my landing page with my other favourite linky badges but I’ll make sure I add it to individual posts, too xx

      Distressed HousewifePosted on : October 20, 2013 at 6:22 pm

      My son got married a few weeks ago to a wonderful young girl. i was fine until this weekend – realising that he doesnt need me as much

        Distressed HousewifePosted on : October 23, 2013 at 6:35 pm

        Oh that must be painful; I’ve got all that to come. He still needs you…just in different ways. Thanks for your comments.

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