Freakin out a little

This kid is growing up on me. The other day Justinbustin said to me, "Everybody has a facebook, Mom." Mom intuition that we have, I realize this may be literal and meant to include him. Today I looked up his friend's facebook via the friend's mom's facebook and looked at his friends (stalkerish, I know, that's how we Moms find things out these days I guess). Sure enough, there was Justinbustin under a pseudo name. I added him as a friend, then texted Brando about it. Brando's response? "Hmmm... Well. Yeah. Just make it positive. You don't necessarily need his password. Just be his friend." Wiser words were never spoken to calm me down. I grabbed his computer to see if there was anything else I needed to be concerned about - nothing. That I could find, any way, which doesn't mean a lot. As soon as he woke up, I asked him what email he had it under as trying to log in to facebook under his email said there's no account with that email. I asked him about it, and sure enough, he has a junk email. I nonchalantly had him log into it while I sat there and asked him his password for that account, as well as his facebook account. Conversation over. Thank God for Brando settling me down, cuz I was ready to rant.

I'm learning these days to not react so knee jerkishly to everything. It's my instinct and it's necessary sometimes. Other times, things are going to happen a certain way and a knee jerk reaction is going to make a mountain out of a molehill. It's really difficult, though.

For example, right now, I want to knee jerk reaction to the different style Shawner's new teacher has. But it's just that. A different style. He's doing okay. Yesterday, he said he had a "good day, I guess", which tells me he's having a bit of a transition period. I need one, too. Especially when I go in every Wednesday to do folders and things aren't organized as they were with the previous teacher, and when I hear her instructing the kids completely differently than his previous teacher, or when I see the kids line up and her instructing when the previous teacher didn't ever say a word. She's not the previous teacher, and she won't be. As long as the kids are okay, that's the important thing. It makes me cry, either way, and want to mama bear insist that she be exactly like the other teacher as I chose to believe she would be beforehand.