Arrgghh–the Broken Wing strikes again!
Cooped-up, grateful, somber and reflective (… as we roll into the New Year with it’s mandatory RESOLUTIONS) = TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS!
I just watched an interesting piece on millennials. As the parents of four such off-spring, my husband and I have often discussed, argued and compromised on the best approach to raise healthy individuals in today’s environment. After this year’s family gathering, upcoming outings and events, and a long stretch of alone time at the grinding station in my studio tonight … I’m feeling … well … Hell – I don’t know what I’m feeling … but here’s what is tumbling around in my ‘melon’ …
I’ve always known our oldest would be OK – just like I will always be OK. We’re strong, we can roll with the punches, pull ourselves up by the bootstraps, and keep movin’ on … She is beautiful, successful and steady. The key is finding a partner to balance things, someone to make you stop and enjoy the process, and forge a life of fulfilled contentment (i.e. happiness), who also leaves you feeling proud and complete – and LOVED!
My youngest daughter is the dreamer, idealist. Her thoughts and whims change with Michigan’s hourly climate, and she is the most vocal (verbose – in a LOVING way) of our clan. She is smart, beautiful and sees the good in people … more like my sister than me. I fear for her innate trust, and have tried to use my nursing background to make her [female] wary and wise. She, too, will do well in choosing a self-supporting career – which has been stressed to ALL of my kids, but maybe pushed a wee bit more with my girls …
My oldest son continues to amaze (and confuse) me. He’s handsome, smart and certain of his opinions. I will admit, as a female with no brothers, I’ve always looked at my boys with wonder and a touch of bewilderment. I’ve rarely been able to look at the boys and know the dialogue streaming behind their eyes … Not like my girls – who have keenly expressed every thought and emotion through their telling faces and expressive eye-rolls [which I could interpret from my own development] … My hope for my oldest boy is that he is fulfilled and content (i.e. – HAPPY)!
And, my youngest – my baby boy! So handsome and charming … and deceptive. He, too, is smart – but currently choosing not to commit the time and energy to successfully navigate upper education/career development. He is so caught in the moment of conquering the moment, that he’s messing with the well-laid foundation for adult success that we provided/outlined/expect … In other words, he’s so busy making ‘time’ with his superfluous female ‘friends’, he’s going to flunk himself right out of scholarship money and school. And this tough-love/ER nurse/Mama-bear doesn’t now how to help him start thinking with the right his head!
In the meantime, I love my family! I’m enjoying all of my four-legged clan. I’ve made some beautiful glass ornaments and spoon rests today. I’m certain my elbow is healing – as it’s down to a gnawing, ever-present dull ache, mostly … and I will continue to struggle with Simon’s words (dammit – my kids are 19-24 years old!) as we roll into this new president year!