They say I'm Crazy, I Say It's Love

After I finished writing about the kids and how they got here I went and read my blog. I think I made it sound like we are the perfect family where everything is peachy keen and we skip around playing love songs. Well I do believe we are the perfect family each of the children were meant to be here. But we are by far not without drama, tenfold around here. I would like to say I am a firm believer in, "spare the rod spoil the child" but I am not. I believe there are 3 sides to every story, this ones, that ones and the truth. I do not stand for disrespect at home or school. My kids however can tell me how they feel about a decision we have made, they get to voice their opinion as long they are respectful about it. It really doesn't matter anyway their opinions usually suck. They are allowed 1 door slam if they are pissed of and go to their room. They may not however continue to slam it or they don't have a door, door on-door off it's as easy at that.
Well as sit here and write the drama is unfolding. A door lies off the hinges. One too many slams for me. Sometimes I ask myself was it all worth it? Then I look at each and everyone of my kids and say,"Yes". There is no doubt about it, mind you I have done some MOM stuff  that embarrassed them but so what. Like I have always told them, "This is my life you are here for the ride, when you are old enough to take care of yourself and live on your own that is when your life begins, so for now shut up and enjoy".
I remember one New Years Eve Heidi and her friends were going to a party, I believe they were around 16 at the time. I being the loving mother wanted to make sure nothing was going on so one of the other mothers and I decided to show up at the party. Mortified is what the girls were and I say HAHA. I will stalk my children just to make their lives miserable, I will voice my opinion about anything I want. That is my right they are my responsibility. My kids are not allowed to ride around with other kids just to see what might be happening on a Friday night. This is dangerous ! Giving a kid a 2 ton weapon to do as they please is unthinkable. They were and are never allowed to stay at someones house if I do not know the parents. The house must also have deadbolts, working smoke and co2 detectors and no babysitters. I also run a sex offender check on the parents. I know I sound paranoid but I need to keep my most precious commodities safe.
There were a few of those heart stopping phone calls. Your child has been in an accident please come. I received 3 of them and hope never to get another.
Heidi and friends went to a drive in, she called close to her curfew to see if they could stay longer the 2nd show wasn't over yet. Against my better judgement I said yes. About an hour later she called again,"Mom we have been in an accident, Amanda and I are o.k. but I think Hannah got her leg ripped off". I couldn't get to the seen fast enough I believe I jumped out of the car before it stopped. As I ran to the girls I was ambushed by the driver, he was begging me for  forgiveness. I had told  him as they were leaving he had better be a good driver or I would hold him responsible for anything that happened. There were some very severe injuries that evening, but thank God no one died. Needless to say no more drive-ins.
McKayla was riding home from school with a friend, the were t-boned as they pulled out onto a main road. She was taken to the hospital in an ambulance they thought she had a broken diaphragm. She was fine but she was also grounded, riding home from school with a young driver was not permitted.
Then there was Erik going with a friend to a concert. The call came from the hospital, accident on the express way, he was talking but injured. When we got to the hospital there was my son laying on a stretcher in a pool of blood. They had hydroplaned and went across the median into oncoming traffic and were t-boned on the passenger side right were he was sitting. He was lucky to be alive.
I also believe getting a drivers license at 16 is a privilege not a right of passage.
So my philosophy is you can never care to much, be too noisy or just plain mean as my kids put it.