After a while of being in it constantly, you learn to adjust to being uncertain. You get better about taking blind guesses, on choosing with little to no input, and always being ready to adjust and adapt. On the minus side, you're a lot more cautious and careful about new things, ready to take the safe and tried over the new, and holding back at times when going forward is an option
Xan's been going to ARC camp the past two weeks, and as usual I've been volunteering up there as well. But we've missed the last couple of days. He woke up at 3:30 one morning, coughing and sneezing and running a fever, so that call was pretty easy. He was off and on over the weekend, having his usual vacuum like appetite and being active, but sneezing and being cranky. No fever, but a tendency to huddle up on the couch now and again, which is almost always a sign of his not feeling good. Seeming happy one minute, then launching into a fit for some unclear reason the next.
Then this morning, he was acting off and said 'no camp'. Still coughing and sneezing a bit too. As I type this, he's huddled on the couch under his Thomas blanket and kinda talking to himself while one of his shows plays. But give it a few hours and he may be tearing through the house like the Energizer bunny on an overdose of Red Bull.
Based on what I knew, what I thought could happen, and past experiences, I kept him home today. Right call? Wrong call?
I could have sent him in. He may have been fine, overcome a rough start and had a great time. I may have done that if he hadn't been sick last week and been off and on over the weekend. Then again, there was no clear and obvious sign he was sick - no more fever, no throwing up, nothing like that. So I elected to be safe.
I may have a tendency to be too safe at times. I've written about how his teacher pushed me to let him go on a field trip by himself, which I finally did. Maybe volunteering at camp is also a bit much - it lets me be there if he needs me, but doesn't let him have a chance to work things through himself. Perhaps I'm trading being there for him for his independence.
Every parent out there worthy of the name has wished there was an instruction book for their child that could help them out, giving a 'If-A-Then-B' step by step guide to every situation out there. Then again, a guide like that would only work for a particularly dull and unexciting robot. Guesswork may cause ulcers, but it's also a sign your kid is their own unique, difficult and growing person.
So we shall see if my guess was a good one or not. As always.