A Leap of Faith?
I’m a planner and I like to be well-prepared, but in the same respect, I’m extremely spontaneous. I don’t know if that completely makes sense, but in my delusional mind, it does. On occasion, J has suggested that I might be a tad bit controlling as well, but I prefer to call it organized.
In discussing our upcoming trip with our 17 year old, we have determined, with much persuasion whining from the boy, that he is old enough to stay home by himself. Typically he is packed up and shipped to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for the week, but we have decided that this time, he can go it alone.
I should point out that the Grandparents are less than a 5 minute drive away, so it’s not like he is being abandoned in the woods with the coyotes, forced to scrounge for berries and nuts as his sole food source.
Am a worried? Of course. I would be a horrible parent if I didn’t. He has never even spent the night by himself and here I am pushing him into a whole week...