1. Helicopter parents, or how not to become one, has been on the brain. How much to advocate for my boys vs. to let things ride and see where it takes us. I'm not too interested in the later, but know enough (I think) to step back and let the boys figure things out.
2. Helping my boys take a risk. How much do I nudge them out of the nest? Far enough to make them feel uncomfortable and scared or just enough to know that I will be right along side of them for this crazy ride? Matt made a decision this past weekend that I was proud of, I guess. But wonder, if he had pushed himself out of his comfort zone would he have made a better decision. We'll see how this all plays out on Wednesday, when he heads back to school. (yeah, you got that right. we still have one more day off!)
3. The boys' fashion decisions. For the most part they are fine with the clothes they wear. Although, Matt has an AWFUL flat rimmed baseball hat that he wears constantly. It drives my husband nuts. I try to calm him by telling him that his red hair, A+, Opie look-alike son will not be turning gangsta anytime soon. He's not so sure.
4. Respect. There's none of it anywhere, or so it seems. This bothers me...period!
5. Entering the teenage years. Enough said.