Written by contributor Robin Dance of Pensieve.
A note from Robin: This is going to be a departure from a typical Simple Mom post; it’s the telling of a difficult parenting decision I made recently. While I apologize for its length, I hope you’ll stick with it until the end. The older your children are, the more complicated you’ll find decisions to be.
More than an ocean had separated me from my children when I returned home from two months abroad; I wondered what re-entry would look like.
Would we pick right up seamless and smooth, a comma punctuating our good-bye instead of a period? Or would it be a gravel road, pitted and pocked and jolting? I’m close to my three, but after all, it had been a while since I was the boss of them.
I didn’t have to wonder long; prom was two weeks after I returned. In case your children are still young enough for you not to know this, Prom Season inevitably will push boundaries.
My boundary push came by way of an after-party invitation for my 17-year-old son: a co-ed all-nighter with the guys sleeping in tents outside, and the girls sleeping in an upstairs playroom.
Right, I thought. Visions of American Pie, Animal House, American Graffiti – and any other party movie I’ve ever heard of or seen – all rolled into one night.