Okay, so those of you who have been following along know already that my adopted stepson has grown in leaps and bounds in all areas of life over the past two years. It has been amazing and wonderful not only to watch the change occur, but to know that I had a hand in helping it to occur as well. However this evening I was not patting myself on the back over a job well done, but thinking to myself in dread, instead, wondering what kind of monster I have created.

Mr. Antisocial wants to go to the Homecoming Dance. He wants to go to a dance. Those who have not had the pleasure of knowing this intelligent young man may be left sitting at their desks, scratching their heads, wondering what the big deal is over a young man wanting to go to a dance? However, those who do know him, will undoubtedly be wiping coffee off of their screens by this sentence, shocked that he not only wants to venture outside of his comfort zone and socialize, but he wants to do it at a dance...with girls.

My initial reaction to his bringing up the subject of Homecoming was a positive one, which was good, as I was able to keep that happy excited, 'wow what a great idea' mom face plastered in place, while the wheels in my head turned from 'how cool, maybe he will find a girlfriend,' to 'oh Lord, what if he gets a girlfriend,' and now that Pandora's Box of what ifs has been opened inside my little brain, troubled visions have yet to stop pouring out of it! For all of the years that I have sat and grouched the words "why won't he just grow up" to my husband, my mom, or whoever happened to be on the receiving end of my 'this is why I am unhappy today' rant, I sure am having a hard time with the fact that he actually did, you know...grow up.

Girlfriends, dates, hormones, puppy love, break ups...kissing, I am starting to rethink this whole well adjusted teenager thing, and kind of liking the whole antisocial, stay at home with no girls or bad influences kid that we used to have, it was a lot less scary...and the fact that all of those issues that we waded our way through were less terrifying than the prospect of him growing up for real and starting his very own little life, with all of it's very own little adult problems, scares the loving snot out of me!



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