tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433141880197896919.post1698644934538081146..comments2023-06-24T06:01:45.890-05:00Comments on Our Crazy Life: 1st DayMyLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13129596870030033711noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433141880197896919.post-33552175545930962132011-08-25T13:02:29.042-05:002011-08-25T13:02:29.042-05:00I love this post! hahaa You sound like such a grea...I love this post! hahaa You sound like such a great mom (and I'm only 17).<br /> Want to know what my parents did my freshman year of high school? They walked with me to the bus stop and stayed with me until the bus came, which I found to be a bit much since the bus stop was literally in front of our house. They did so for the entire first semester until I confronted them about it. It was so embarrassing to have all the upper class students stare at me. I bet in their head they were thinking "what is she 7 years old?" or "why is her grandfather with her at the bus stop?" (my parents aren't young let's just say that). I guess at the time it was just hard for them to acknowledge that their children will eventually grow up, and go through stages that require them to let go just a little more! <br /> I guess what I'm trying to say is that no matter how much we grow up, and how much we might hurt your feelings because we want to grow up, you just have to keep reminding yourself that your children love you very much, the same way I told my parents that I loved them when they started to cry because it wasn't necessary for them to walk me to the bus stop when I was only 10 feet away.<br /><br />P.S. LOVE YOUR BLOG (:Angelica Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02062836940538115367noreply@blogger.com