Imagine how I’ll be when these kids go off to college
This is going to be a very stressful week for me. Keaton is leaving to go to Washington D.C. All by himself. Well him and about 100 of his closest friends and a few teachers. You know how I am when the kids are traveling without me.
At our school the 8th graders have the opportunity to go on a class trip to Washington D.C. You may remember when Justis went and how calm I was then (yeah right). Well now it’s Keaton’s turn.
Keaton has actually traveled quite a bit. He’s been to Orlando, Chicago, New York and London with me. He’s been to Colorado and Tennessee with church. Remember how well I handled his trip to Colorado. Yeah, that well.
This morning it really hit me he’s leaving in just three days. THREE DAYS! I’m not prepared yet. I can’t concentrate on work. Instead I’m sitting here making a list of everything we need to do before he leaves. Laundry, get him some money, find out what time he’s supposed to be at school, etc.
I’m also trying to figure out how to give him money. He has an ATM card, but for some reason he can’t get it to work. [Although Lee tried it and didn't have a problem so obviously Keaton's problem is user error.] So I’m not sure we can go that route. It won’t do him any good to have money in his savings account if he can’t access it because he can’t figure out his ATM card.
But do I just want to hand over a load of cash to a kid who isn’t all that responsible with money. Last summer he went to an amusement park with friends. I gave him $80. He didn’t have any pockets so he kept it his shoe. He lost all his money within an hour of stepping foot in the park. So I’m worried he’ll drop all his money on the first day and have to starve for the rest of the trip. (Although most meals are covered in the cost of the trip so he won’t actually starve.)
Aarrgghh.
So that will be the theme this week. My neurotic paranoia about my thirteen-year-old going to Washington D.C. I’m just warning you.
OMG. I cannot even imagine how I will deal with that when it happens at our house. I had a hard enough time accepting the fact that Sean could ride the bus to school without me and make it safely to his classroom!!
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I can’t even imagine. Seriously.
However, I have an idea for the money deal. Get him one of those Visa cards that you put money on. It’s like a gift card, and you can use it anywhere that takes Visa … which is pretty much everywhere.
I think you can buy these at your bank … but not for sure. They’d know where to get one though.
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I hear ya! I am going to be running around Wednesday night trying to get everything Brendon will need. Tonight I did establish that he does know where his school id is that they have to use at the airports. Besides the money - they next big thing is stocking him up on snacks for the bus ride and to have in the hotel room. I remember when I went to Mexico in high school, they said to fill your luggage with snacks and then once it’s gone, there will be room for souveniers. It’s very stressfull but if you ask the boys one question they are so nonchalant. It’s very irritating!
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Don’t forget to teach him how to avoid the perverts - of course, if he’s visiting Capitol Hill, that might be a problem.
Also, can you hand the $ over to a chaperone? Or put $20 each in several sealed envelopes and tell him he can only take one envelope with him and to leave the rest in his suitcase.
Or teach him how to beg for change. He could probably make good money.
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My daughter’s heading to Virginia in August and that’s about all we hear about lately I swear. You’d think she was going to the moon she’s so excited.
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i remember how my dad tried to bribe me out of going on a class trip because he didn’t want me to go. later in life, he, not my mom, was the one who shed tears when i went away to university.
i guess that feeling as a parent never goes away. it’s nice to know i’m wanted
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