Which makes it tough for me to get creative. I really have no business being nervous.
My son is taking his certification test tomorrow for sign language interpreting. For him it’s a pretty big deal.
So it becomes a pretty big deal for myself and his father as well. However, his father is snoring. I’m sitting here trying to write and failing to focus.
I went through this before with his brother
Shoot I went through this every time either of my boys had something happening that would significantly impact their goals and their future.
I can’t say I am worried, because worry is such a useless thing. He’s got the skills, the schooling and the experience (11 years worth!). I think it’s the fact that the only thing I can do is sit on the sidelines and cheer him on. The sidelines, in this case, being dancing through my workout class while he’s testing before a live panel. I will try not to mind one bit if it feels like the instructor is watching me work out tomorrow. She’s not a panel staring specifically at me for the purpose of critique. Goodness. I really shouldn’t be thinking about this.
But I am. And I will. It’s what Moms do, I guess. 🙂