Learning to let go ... it ain't easy

Barely slept last night.  J and a few mates headed off camping for the New Year weekend yesterday.  J and Rowan were sharing the driving of our old Ford wagon.  It's the furtherest that J has ever driven (about 300 kilometres or so), since he got his licence.  God, it's hard not to worry - I tried, I really did.  I knew that J would probably be out of mobile coverage (although I contacted him a couple of times via SMS - his mates moved forward the departure time with little notice, and packing was done in a frenzy.  I realised after he had left that I forgot to put in the frozen meat supply for the weekend - BUGGER!!).  Anyway he was able to get to a public phone today, and let us know they had arrived safely, the car went OK, and the little shop 5 mins down the road from the camping spot, had meat and other supplies.  Least I'll be able to sleep well tonight.  Stupid mothering instincts - he may be an adult, but he's still my baby boy, damn it!!!

Off to drag BM furniture shopping ... now the fun begins.

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Right there with you!

My daughter is off to a New Year's Eve concert in the city tomorrow night...all night... and hanging with a bunch of friends (guys) who I KNOW are just her friends and are perfectly trustworthy well-mannered boys... but still 18 year old boys + alcohol + my little girl not to mention all the OTHER people who will be hanging about the city tomorrow night and I am a worried mother. *cries* aren't we supposed to be able to STOP worrying about them once they are grown up?

I am glad to hear your son phoned you to let you know he was safe! Good boy!!!
Oh, girls ... that's another thing all together! Why is it that we try so hard to be non-gender discriminatory, but with our children it seems to fly out the window?

I have NO idea when we're supposed to stop worrying - I can't see it happening any time soon. On the other hand, my husband is more than happy that J has gotten out of his cave of a bedroom, and gone and done something such as camping. He hopes J does it more ... I'm not sure whether my nerves can stand it. As I said letting go is bloody hard. I'm sure your daughter will have a great time, and not give poor worrying Mum a single thought ... bloody kids!