I Can Do it Myself

I can do it myself. As a mother of three daughters, I have heard this mantra many times. Let me brush your hair. I can do it myself. Let me tie your shoes. I can do it myself. Let me wash your hair. I can do it myself. Let me drive you there. I can do it myself. Let me fill out your FAFSA. I can do it myself.

So here we are, 12 days before college classes start, and we are not registered for classes, I have not signed any student loans, dorm is not paid for, and everytime I inquire as to the status of these arrangements, I get "I don't know" as a response. What happened to "I can do it myself"?

I sit on the edge of my seat; waiting to see if they can do it themselves. My heart almost stopping. Wanting to jump in and take care of it all myself. It would be so easier to my peace of mind if i could just take care of it all for them. This is the sort of thing that turns a mother's hair grey.

marching to the beat of your own drum

I am sitting here at my computer, listening to the sounds around me, and trying not to think about next week, or next month, or what the next season will look like. My two oldest girls are in the livingroom watching a movie; I smile when I hear them laugh (at what I don't know). The sounds of the marching band practicing are coming over my back fence and leaking through the closed windows. The bass drum I can feel even more than I can hear...it's sound reminding me of new school years past when the girls would be practicing in the heat and getting ready for the Friday night halftime show. They are both leaving to follow their own drumbeats...one to UH and the other to TBI. It will be the first time they are both away from home at the same time. I am scared and excited. For me, for them.