Dept. of Children Hold Our Hearts
Sunday, 22 May 2011 01:27 amGoodbye. Don't Forget the Cow Horns.
So today my son, my beautiful, infuriating, brilliantboy young man, came over and moved out most of his things. The bed we bought him is gone, destined for storage space in the basement of his new apartment. The books we bought him, all the books of folk and fairy tales, the dinosaur books and books about Kurosawa and Miyazaki, are packed up and gone. All his CDs are gone (with mine extracted prior to departure.) Most of his musical instruments are gone, too.
What lies in his future? I've got no idea. He's learning about money as fast as crappy financial decisions and overspending can teach him. He's learning about being someone else's support, instead of being someone else's burden, and I'm hoping the lesson doesn't drain him; hoping it actually gives him strength and joy. He's going to tackle his own demons, delight in his own victories in his own livingroom, his own kitchen and ... not ours. Not mine. Not the one that used to be his.
He hasn't been living here for a while. Not really; he's been at his girlfriend's place, dropping by here occasionally to decompress when life as an adult threatened to overwhelm him. (He's always been younger than he needed to be in this world; our fault, my fault) He can always come back, but now he'll be visiting.
I'm so relieved. I'm so angry it didn't happen earlier. I'm so shocked it's happening so soon. I'm so scared.
He'll do fine. Or he won't. But it's his call, not ours.
My son, my son, oh Absalom, my son.
Win, little one. You're no longer little and you haven't been for a long time. Beat the world. Be magnificent.
So today my son, my beautiful, infuriating, brilliant
What lies in his future? I've got no idea. He's learning about money as fast as crappy financial decisions and overspending can teach him. He's learning about being someone else's support, instead of being someone else's burden, and I'm hoping the lesson doesn't drain him; hoping it actually gives him strength and joy. He's going to tackle his own demons, delight in his own victories in his own livingroom, his own kitchen and ... not ours. Not mine. Not the one that used to be his.
He hasn't been living here for a while. Not really; he's been at his girlfriend's place, dropping by here occasionally to decompress when life as an adult threatened to overwhelm him. (He's always been younger than he needed to be in this world; our fault, my fault) He can always come back, but now he'll be visiting.
I'm so relieved. I'm so angry it didn't happen earlier. I'm so shocked it's happening so soon. I'm so scared.
He'll do fine. Or he won't. But it's his call, not ours.
My son, my son, oh Absalom, my son.
Win, little one. You're no longer little and you haven't been for a long time. Beat the world. Be magnificent.
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Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 11:20 am (UTC)How old is your son?
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Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)As for mine, he's 26. He made two quick attempts at college, dropped out, spent most of the next few years being in a band and trying to break into acting, since he has considerable gifts in both directions. He didn't really work hard at finding more than sporadic work. Then he met his current girlfriend and got serious about finding a job. It's in a university post office, and not where he wants to end up, but he blossomed into the responsibility. Now he's talking about taking an English lit course this summer, and about the possibility of going back to school sometime in the next couple of years, to study to be a teacher.
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Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 07:08 pm (UTC)By the way-- your son managed to move out all of his things in one go? How did you manage that? Mine left two months ago and I swear comes back and pick ups two shirts at a time.
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Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 10:00 pm (UTC)He's moved about 85 percent of his stuff out; his stuffed animal collection is packed up, but not gone, and one final box of magazines, but other than that - yes, he moved out pretty completely. It was a bit of a surprise to his dad, I think!
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Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 09:16 pm (UTC)Beautiful post, highlighting as it does the full-spectrum emotion that so often accompanies big life events. Thank you.
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Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)morecowhorn!no subject
Date: Monday, 23 May 2011 02:33 am (UTC)He actually has had a pair of mounted cow horns hanging on his wall for a few years. The damned things are sharp, and I punctured myself on them when he first found them, and again when they came off the wall. They'll be a conversation starter at his new place.
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