I own it proudly.

I know... I'm totally a Marlin Mom.

I think it started when Bradley broke his leg at 9 months old. Oh man, that was a sad day. 

I've spent years protecting him from "bad guys", crossing the street the right way and yes 

even chewing his food the right way. I know people... cut the 

cord. I get it.

 

Here is the funny thing, I'm not even worried about him as a teen. I know that by that time 

he'll know everything I can teach him about right and wrong and I won't sweat it. Really I'm 

not even worried about the teen-years. When he's 19 and can go on a mission for our church...

I hope he gets to go foreign. I'm that relaxed with it. It's just while he is little and still learning right 

from wrong, I'm a little crazed.

 

Today Bradley is going on his FIRST field trip.

Yes, he had field trips in 1st and 2nd...but like a Marlin Mom... I didn't let him go. There were so many reason why I thought going wasn't okay. Each year Bradley was so sad... I know

people I'm the lamest mom alive, but I DON'T CARE.

It took me 4 days to deliver that boy and darn it, he isn't going to brake another leg on my 

watch!

 

 

I promised Bradley that after he got Baptized/turned 8 and in the 3rd grade I would let him 

go on a field trip. That day has came sooner than I thought and here I am freaking out a

little...um a lot.

I know that he will be okay, but worrying is just what I do.

 

 

I'm sure he will come home talking all about how great it was. I'm sure of it.

However, it won't stop me from worrying over the next couple of hours.

So here's hoping that anxiety won't get the best of me today and that I don't put on another 

lb.

 

Here's hoping!