I am a worrier. I was born worried. I also do not know how to relax, just maybe that is in part why I am a total wreck in my body, but it won't like I could help it. Ya'll all know the ole saying where it says, "when the children are young, they pull on yore apron strings and when they get old they pull on yore heart strings", welp I am here to say that is so true. Being a mom is so much fun, but it is hard too! I don't have to worry about them as they do lead lives good enuf to make any Moo proud.
I got my usual hour long weekly call last night from Kevin since he couldn't call on Sunday night cause of that orchestra thing, which they so much enjoyed. Also, our little 10 year old granddaughter Cynthia plays the violin and piano, plus she is into that kinda stuff as is her mom and Kev. Moo is happy if they are happy, cause I didn't hafta go!
I never really worried when Kevin was single and had to fly to so many places for meetings or give a seminar and such. He flew to France during the week of the Cannes Film Festival, which was purely coincidental. On to London. Many, many trips to California, Florida, Washington State, etc. None of them bothered me at all. He always liked to fly as he had to. But then again- maybe the time I paid him $5 to fly in our Uncle Kent's plane years ago did help him get over his fear of flying. Boy I really, really worried when my baby son Jeff and Steph flew to Texas one year as Steph was on a business trip. Cause that was the first time Jeff had flown other than with Uncle Kent.
Needless to say after September 11, 2001, all minds changed a bit I feel sure about flying. Ever since then I have always worried when Kevin or Kevin and family were in the air somewhere.
I can't not worry, trying with all my might. Maybe it is only deep concern as I don't carry unnecessary baggage when the good Lord glady helps me with those burdens. Still I hafta admit I get all keyed up til I know they there and til I know they back.
Relax is just not something ALL folks can do. I for one have to be very sick to relax and rest, otherwise I am scattered brained and tho' slow I am on the move most all the time. Very hard to sit here long enuf to get a post to my blog.
Last night we had a good talk a going and he reminded me of Silvia having to go to Florida on the 26th and 27th for a test and of course that will take a flight to do that. Then on October 5, Silvia has a meeting in Vienna, Austria and Kevin is planning to go along with her. Then if as planned Silvia will be going to her homeland, China, for two weeks in December which would be missing Christmas at home and New Year's this year. That is in limbo because she does not want to be away from her family for the holidays, but no definite decision yet. Soooooo that leaves Moo for some more times to hafta hear that they hopefully arrive safe and slide in home and gimme a call. Only the air time worries me, not while they are grounded on foreign soil.
I guess I figure that God didn't just givem to us to worry about them only while raising them, but let us continue concerning ourselves and throwing in a little worry along the way too. Maybe I am just overdoing it to make up for the lack of all that when I left the nest. Don't think so, think I am no different than any other mother out there, like the good folks here that read my blog, they know where I am coming from and some have young ones and know just what they got to look forward to.
God never puts on us more than we can bear. So not blocking out September 11, 2001, Moo hasta go on and do her best not to worry too much and just be thankful they are healthy, happy and have the chance to go to places I never want to go. I like home pretty much bettern any place I know of.
So I will leave it to the young and to the old that likes things like that. Simple people tend to do simple things and Moo can like that...
I just did something I ain't done before. The dad blame phone rang and I do, I really do, hate to hafta get up and walk to the kitchen to get the phone so having never done this before I said HELL- pause- O. The other end said, "you ain't got a lick of sense". Hehe, well I already knowed that! I tolder I took a chance it won't nobody important. :) It was just my beach house buddy bum saying she was a bringing me another mess of okra. Thank God it won't no more beans to shell...