austin spent the evening with my brother, who promptly called me to tell me about the alien who has become my son. not that i did not know that he is someone now that i don't recognize, but hearing my brother go on and on about it was almost redundant. worry, worry, worry. he isn't the person he was at xmas. blah, blah, blah. it isn't that i don't appreciate his observations, but they were negative. and then there was his take on lindsey, and i find myself again, suprisingly, having to defend this kid as not being the reason that austin has become a swaggering asshole.
i am not looking forward to being pinned down by my parental units over the next 2 days about austin. i know they will both try and talk to me about him, and worm info out of me. i have got to get some resolve and just refuse to discuss stuff. they, especially my mother, know how to push all of my buttons and exploit my weaknesses to their advantage. i just do not want anything else to color how they think about lindsey. it really isn't fair. they don't know her, and they are putting me in the position of having to sort of choose between their observations and whether or not they are correct. they are correct, but they are jumping to conclusions without the proper information. bottom line: i like her. i am the "mother-in-law" and i am the person with first right of refusal. period.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Daily OM- Residing at the Helm/Being Your Own Village
July 2, 2009
Residing at the Helm
Being Your Own Village
Simple survival requires us to be in possession of many skills. The pursuit of dreams requires many more. Most individuals rely on the support of a village, whether peopled by relatives or community members, to effectively address the numerous ways we need assistance. This can mean anything from asking favors of acquaintances and leaning on loved ones for support to paying a skilled artisan to handle specialized tasks. However, each human being is born with the capacity to be their own village. We embody many roles throughout our lifetimes, all of which are representative of our capacity for self-sufficiency and self-determination. In different moments in our lives, we are our own counselor, janitor, caregiver, cook, healer, teacher, and student. Our willingness to joyfully take on these roles grants us the power to maintain control over the direction our life’s journey takes.
In times past, human beings learned all of the skills needed for survival. Today, the majority of people specialize in a single discipline, which they hone throughout their lives. Thus, many of us feel uncomfortable standing at the helm of our own existence. We question our ability to make decisions concerning our own health, happiness, and welfare, and are left feeling dependent and powerless. But the authority to take ultimate responsibility for our lives is simply a matter of believing that we have the necessary faith and intelligence to cope with any circumstance the universe chooses to place in our path. Proving that we can each be our own villages through action enables us to accept that we are strong enough to exist autonomously. Cooking, cultivating a garden of fruits and vegetables, undertaking minor home repair, or adopting a healthier lifestyle can help you reassert your will.
Being your own village does not mean embracing isolation, for a balanced life is built upon the dual foundations of the inner and the outer villages. Rather, being your own village is a celebration of your wondrous inner strength and resourcefulness, as well as an acknowledgment of your innate ability to capably steer the course of your life.
This is good advice for me today. i need to be more confident about doing things for myself. i need to stand up for myself, do what i want when i want and not be such an emotional wimp. more than anything, i need to accept i am unique and different. i am NOT like the members of my family, though i have certainly been influenced by my upbringing. but i think i am a little more questioning, more open to thinking things through. i am learning this week to be alone and to let things go that i cannot control. it is not easy going. i am not succeeding 100 percent. but i am trying, and that is a step.
Residing at the Helm
Being Your Own Village
Simple survival requires us to be in possession of many skills. The pursuit of dreams requires many more. Most individuals rely on the support of a village, whether peopled by relatives or community members, to effectively address the numerous ways we need assistance. This can mean anything from asking favors of acquaintances and leaning on loved ones for support to paying a skilled artisan to handle specialized tasks. However, each human being is born with the capacity to be their own village. We embody many roles throughout our lifetimes, all of which are representative of our capacity for self-sufficiency and self-determination. In different moments in our lives, we are our own counselor, janitor, caregiver, cook, healer, teacher, and student. Our willingness to joyfully take on these roles grants us the power to maintain control over the direction our life’s journey takes.
In times past, human beings learned all of the skills needed for survival. Today, the majority of people specialize in a single discipline, which they hone throughout their lives. Thus, many of us feel uncomfortable standing at the helm of our own existence. We question our ability to make decisions concerning our own health, happiness, and welfare, and are left feeling dependent and powerless. But the authority to take ultimate responsibility for our lives is simply a matter of believing that we have the necessary faith and intelligence to cope with any circumstance the universe chooses to place in our path. Proving that we can each be our own villages through action enables us to accept that we are strong enough to exist autonomously. Cooking, cultivating a garden of fruits and vegetables, undertaking minor home repair, or adopting a healthier lifestyle can help you reassert your will.
Being your own village does not mean embracing isolation, for a balanced life is built upon the dual foundations of the inner and the outer villages. Rather, being your own village is a celebration of your wondrous inner strength and resourcefulness, as well as an acknowledgment of your innate ability to capably steer the course of your life.
This is good advice for me today. i need to be more confident about doing things for myself. i need to stand up for myself, do what i want when i want and not be such an emotional wimp. more than anything, i need to accept i am unique and different. i am NOT like the members of my family, though i have certainly been influenced by my upbringing. but i think i am a little more questioning, more open to thinking things through. i am learning this week to be alone and to let things go that i cannot control. it is not easy going. i am not succeeding 100 percent. but i am trying, and that is a step.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
rearrangments, adjustments, the computer in my head...
we have not invented the technology that would allow your thoughts to go directly to paper. if that were the case, i would have filled up a book in the last few weeks. instead, i have thought about it. the thoughts have been like lumber going down a stream, random and running fast and then jamming at some point and stopping. at points i have been on the banks of the stream looking at them, at other points i have been in the stream. there is always a flow of water, of life, going on and on. and i am stuck. i am always stuck in life it seems.
the daily OM today talks about your purpose in life, and i have thought that one of those reasons i have crashed down in this particular scenario has had something to do with austin. i think that is true, but now i have reached a place where it is time for me to reexamine what i am doing, and maybe to adjust to a new purpose. on many levels i have believed that i should be a teacher, and i have taken the most conventional form of that and made it my life's work. but maybe that isn't it. maybe i am supposed to do something else, influence or change in some other way. i just don't know. and i am back in the logjam, again.
so many changes with austin. all of a sudden, he was gone and he is grown. what started it all was the simple act of getting as driver's license. it let him free in the world to take him wherever he wanted, gave him options he didn't previously have easy access to. life got to be cici's pizza buffet, with lots of good things, and any time you have too much of a good thing, it can turn around and bite you in the ass.
he has switched girlfriends. in a lot of ways, amy was a blessing in that she was naive, shy and very sheltered. i saw some good things come out of that relationship, and one of those was austin's ability to protect and care. but he outgrew her, and i realized that i really didn't know my son, or what made him happy. i went along with what i saw, and believed he was secure and happy. in fact, he was bored and tired of her and needed to move on because, as he said, he wasn't himself with her.
enter lindsey into his world. a student of mine this past year, she is about everything amy isn't, but not necessarily in bad way. she is open, forthright, outspoken, not shy. she set her goal to get him, and she did. he was a bit naive about the pursuit, but not really. she seems to make him happier and more relaxed, and he has a life separate from her, which he really didn't have with amy. he says and does anything with her, which he didn't do with amy, and i guess that is a good thing. along with this, however, came sex. and he told me about it, somewhere in the winding hills of southern ohio on a two lane road to nowhere. in fact, the road was going somewhere, but not where i thought it would go.
how i have handled the sex thing has been interesting. i did cry. i didn't know why, but austin did. he said it was because he was not a little kid anymore with this step. he was exactly right. we talked a lot about it, and about the quickness of this choice. i knew it was coming, but i was shocked at how fast it happened.
this led me to asking a lot of frank questions to both austin and lindsey. how were they able to make this choice of giving up their virginity so quickly? what i found out was that it seems that kids do NOT place a lot of emotional value on this act. it is perceived as being an "animal instinct" according to kelley lowe. this point of view came in a conversation between kelley, her mother (MJ) and myself sitting at the table in my kitchen discussing viewpoints. curiously, it seems that kids today are more afraid of words and talking as intimacy then they are of baring their bodies and the awkwardness and exposure of sex.
this is an interesting concept, and i have adopted it. it is radically different from my age and time. all of my contemporaries were in their twenties before we had sex, and everyone, except me, had it only with the person they married. we were all scared i believe of exposing ourselves. this was like some sacred, holy act. but it has been shown increasingly over the past few decades that we are dinosaurs wandering around jurassic park and our children are frolicking merrily outside the walls. so this spring, and these weeks have been me slowly leaving the park.
lindsey and i sat on the bleachers in the sun last monday while dave hacker ran austin and andrew through a workout. the sun was blazing, we were sharing wawa tea and my hoagie, and i asked her a lot of questions, in particular why she made the choice she did. she didn't really know. i thought it was planned, but it was not really according to her. it just happened. so maybe that is it. maybe things just happen because it is a moment, and there really is no more significance to it than that. i am left to wonder what the moments are in the lives of our children that will be significant and life changing. i am thinking increasingly that they are somehow always going to be negative.
this is a generation of children who have conversations on cellphones about things, who text back and forth constantly, who twitter and facebook. but they don't talk to each other. they fear looking someone in the eyes and telling them how they feel. they will fight, they will joke, they will sext each other with pictures, but they can't be intimate with their feelings. even austin is this way, telling me as we are wandering the walmart this past monday that he does love lindsey, but he hasn't told her that because it is awkward and weird and uncomfortable for him. i am wondering what could be more awkward than being naked and having sex in various ways. yet for him, this is easy, feelings are hard.
i do understand this, but i question what kind of adults these kids will be. what will they pass on to THEIR kids? will they be able to engage them in teaching them how to hug, to look at people, to show emotion? or will there be another generation of kids who operate in a semi-shallow way? what will they teach them about their hearts?
i wonder what i have taught austin about being honest with his feelings. i thought i had done a good job. he does talk to me, and he does tell me how he feels. but have i failed him by not teaching him how to walk in the world outside of our house? where is the line, and how will he know who to trust? in many ways, i want to teach him to make the effort, and that is what i told him monday. take the risk. i didn't, and it has changed the path of my life. i suspect that had i been more open and fearless, i might have had a different path.
so it comes back to what is my purpose here, and what should i do? and the answer is...no answer.
the daily OM today talks about your purpose in life, and i have thought that one of those reasons i have crashed down in this particular scenario has had something to do with austin. i think that is true, but now i have reached a place where it is time for me to reexamine what i am doing, and maybe to adjust to a new purpose. on many levels i have believed that i should be a teacher, and i have taken the most conventional form of that and made it my life's work. but maybe that isn't it. maybe i am supposed to do something else, influence or change in some other way. i just don't know. and i am back in the logjam, again.
so many changes with austin. all of a sudden, he was gone and he is grown. what started it all was the simple act of getting as driver's license. it let him free in the world to take him wherever he wanted, gave him options he didn't previously have easy access to. life got to be cici's pizza buffet, with lots of good things, and any time you have too much of a good thing, it can turn around and bite you in the ass.
he has switched girlfriends. in a lot of ways, amy was a blessing in that she was naive, shy and very sheltered. i saw some good things come out of that relationship, and one of those was austin's ability to protect and care. but he outgrew her, and i realized that i really didn't know my son, or what made him happy. i went along with what i saw, and believed he was secure and happy. in fact, he was bored and tired of her and needed to move on because, as he said, he wasn't himself with her.
enter lindsey into his world. a student of mine this past year, she is about everything amy isn't, but not necessarily in bad way. she is open, forthright, outspoken, not shy. she set her goal to get him, and she did. he was a bit naive about the pursuit, but not really. she seems to make him happier and more relaxed, and he has a life separate from her, which he really didn't have with amy. he says and does anything with her, which he didn't do with amy, and i guess that is a good thing. along with this, however, came sex. and he told me about it, somewhere in the winding hills of southern ohio on a two lane road to nowhere. in fact, the road was going somewhere, but not where i thought it would go.
how i have handled the sex thing has been interesting. i did cry. i didn't know why, but austin did. he said it was because he was not a little kid anymore with this step. he was exactly right. we talked a lot about it, and about the quickness of this choice. i knew it was coming, but i was shocked at how fast it happened.
this led me to asking a lot of frank questions to both austin and lindsey. how were they able to make this choice of giving up their virginity so quickly? what i found out was that it seems that kids do NOT place a lot of emotional value on this act. it is perceived as being an "animal instinct" according to kelley lowe. this point of view came in a conversation between kelley, her mother (MJ) and myself sitting at the table in my kitchen discussing viewpoints. curiously, it seems that kids today are more afraid of words and talking as intimacy then they are of baring their bodies and the awkwardness and exposure of sex.
this is an interesting concept, and i have adopted it. it is radically different from my age and time. all of my contemporaries were in their twenties before we had sex, and everyone, except me, had it only with the person they married. we were all scared i believe of exposing ourselves. this was like some sacred, holy act. but it has been shown increasingly over the past few decades that we are dinosaurs wandering around jurassic park and our children are frolicking merrily outside the walls. so this spring, and these weeks have been me slowly leaving the park.
lindsey and i sat on the bleachers in the sun last monday while dave hacker ran austin and andrew through a workout. the sun was blazing, we were sharing wawa tea and my hoagie, and i asked her a lot of questions, in particular why she made the choice she did. she didn't really know. i thought it was planned, but it was not really according to her. it just happened. so maybe that is it. maybe things just happen because it is a moment, and there really is no more significance to it than that. i am left to wonder what the moments are in the lives of our children that will be significant and life changing. i am thinking increasingly that they are somehow always going to be negative.
this is a generation of children who have conversations on cellphones about things, who text back and forth constantly, who twitter and facebook. but they don't talk to each other. they fear looking someone in the eyes and telling them how they feel. they will fight, they will joke, they will sext each other with pictures, but they can't be intimate with their feelings. even austin is this way, telling me as we are wandering the walmart this past monday that he does love lindsey, but he hasn't told her that because it is awkward and weird and uncomfortable for him. i am wondering what could be more awkward than being naked and having sex in various ways. yet for him, this is easy, feelings are hard.
i do understand this, but i question what kind of adults these kids will be. what will they pass on to THEIR kids? will they be able to engage them in teaching them how to hug, to look at people, to show emotion? or will there be another generation of kids who operate in a semi-shallow way? what will they teach them about their hearts?
i wonder what i have taught austin about being honest with his feelings. i thought i had done a good job. he does talk to me, and he does tell me how he feels. but have i failed him by not teaching him how to walk in the world outside of our house? where is the line, and how will he know who to trust? in many ways, i want to teach him to make the effort, and that is what i told him monday. take the risk. i didn't, and it has changed the path of my life. i suspect that had i been more open and fearless, i might have had a different path.
so it comes back to what is my purpose here, and what should i do? and the answer is...no answer.
Daily OM- Defining Your Direction...
July 1, 2009
Defining Your Direction - Your Life’s Work
Many people are committed to professions and personal endeavors they never consciously planned to pursue. They attribute the shape of their lives to circumstance, taking on roles they feel are tolerable. Each of us, however, has been blessed with a purpose. Your life’s work is the assemblage of activities that allows you to express your intelligence and creativity, live in accordance with your values, and experience the profound joy of simply being yourself. Unlike traditional work, which may demand more of you than you are willing to give, life’s work demands nothing but your intent and passion for that work. Yet no one is born with an understanding of the scope of their purpose. If you have drifted through life, you may feel directionless. Striving to discover your life’s work can help you realize your true potential and live a more authentic, driven life.
To make this discovery, you must consider your interests in the present and the passions that moved you in the past. You may have felt attracted to a certain discipline or profession throughout your young life only to have steered away from your aspirations upon reaching adulthood. Or you may be harboring an interest as of yet unexplored. Consider what calls to you and then narrow it down. If you want to work with your hands, ask yourself what work will allow you to do so. You may be able to refine your life’s work within the context of your current occupations. If you want to change the world, consider whether your skills and talents lend themselves to philanthropic work. Taking stock of your strengths, passions, beliefs, and values can help you refine your search for purpose if you don’t know where to begin. Additionally, in your daily meditation, ask the universe to clarify your life’s work by providing signs and be sure to pay attention.
Since life’s journey is one of evolution, you may need to redefine your direction on multiple occasions throughout your lifetime. For instance, being an amazing parent can be your life’s work strongly for 18 years, then perhaps you have different work to do. Your life’s work may not be something you are recognized or financially compensated for, such as parenting, a beloved hobby, or a variety of other activities typically deemed inconsequential. Your love for a pursuit, however, gives it meaning. You’ll know you have discovered your life’s work when you wake eager to face each day and you feel good about not only what you do but also who you are.
Defining Your Direction - Your Life’s Work
Many people are committed to professions and personal endeavors they never consciously planned to pursue. They attribute the shape of their lives to circumstance, taking on roles they feel are tolerable. Each of us, however, has been blessed with a purpose. Your life’s work is the assemblage of activities that allows you to express your intelligence and creativity, live in accordance with your values, and experience the profound joy of simply being yourself. Unlike traditional work, which may demand more of you than you are willing to give, life’s work demands nothing but your intent and passion for that work. Yet no one is born with an understanding of the scope of their purpose. If you have drifted through life, you may feel directionless. Striving to discover your life’s work can help you realize your true potential and live a more authentic, driven life.
To make this discovery, you must consider your interests in the present and the passions that moved you in the past. You may have felt attracted to a certain discipline or profession throughout your young life only to have steered away from your aspirations upon reaching adulthood. Or you may be harboring an interest as of yet unexplored. Consider what calls to you and then narrow it down. If you want to work with your hands, ask yourself what work will allow you to do so. You may be able to refine your life’s work within the context of your current occupations. If you want to change the world, consider whether your skills and talents lend themselves to philanthropic work. Taking stock of your strengths, passions, beliefs, and values can help you refine your search for purpose if you don’t know where to begin. Additionally, in your daily meditation, ask the universe to clarify your life’s work by providing signs and be sure to pay attention.
Since life’s journey is one of evolution, you may need to redefine your direction on multiple occasions throughout your lifetime. For instance, being an amazing parent can be your life’s work strongly for 18 years, then perhaps you have different work to do. Your life’s work may not be something you are recognized or financially compensated for, such as parenting, a beloved hobby, or a variety of other activities typically deemed inconsequential. Your love for a pursuit, however, gives it meaning. You’ll know you have discovered your life’s work when you wake eager to face each day and you feel good about not only what you do but also who you are.
Monday, April 20, 2009
4-20-09...an interesting, thought provoking day
hitler's birthday; the 10th anniversary of the columbine high school tragedy; 420, the national smoke pot and get high day...and austin's birthday...17 years ago tonight i was finally giving birth after 44 hours of ineffectual labor, 3 shifts of doctors and everyone doing all sorts of things while waiting for austin to pop out! meg went out and bought a car, and bebo went out and got a pizza. i listened to stevie ray vaughn while my 2nd epidural was running out...
at 7 a.m. amy thurston came to give austin his birthday gift. like last year, she had made a poster for his birthday saying "happy 17th austin" and she taped it to the glass of the front door. the difference, which made me cry, was that this year she signed it "your friend, amy thurston." that makes me cry. i don't know WHY, but it does. she gave austin 2 pairs of sunglasses, which he needs, and he said he wanted to hug her, but he couldn't. i tried to explain to him that that would have been appropriate, but he said no. boys are stupid. he did talk to her and thanked her for what she had done for him. she is trying really hard to be his friend. i hope he gets his head out of his ass before it is too late...
one of my former students from Atlee, bilal qureshi, came to school and spoke to two of my classes and 2 mass comm classes. he is currently a reporter and producer for NPR in d.c. i was impressed by what he did and how much he has matured since the last time i saw him. it is all coming together for him now. i am hoping that i can go up to d.c. one day this summer and see what he does at NPR. he seemed to really like that idea and i am hoping it will work out. he is doing my dream job, and i would love an opportunity to see how that works. he is hoping to start working on directing films, and is going to contact a director through a friend he knows to see if that person would be interested in hiring him. that is where he wants to go, and i think he has the talent to do that. certainly, he does have the drive.
we went for the results of austin's MRI and he did have a small tear in the labrum in his left hip, which was a surprise, but the bottom line was that dr. davis thought he should just continue to play baseball until it hurt him to the point of needing something done with it. he didn't think there was much point of doing anything now as long as it wasn't bothering him. austin also asked him to check his shoulder. he did an xray on it, and checked it and talked to austin about it. bottom line on that one is that it could be a strain, it could be a tear in the labrum in the shoulder or a strap muscle tear. but he said doing an MRI or a CAT scan on it would be inconclusive, and like the hip, he should throw when he wanted to and when it didn't hurt. but he also said that austin has to see a pitching coach because if he doesn't start using his legs and body when pitching, he is going to tear up the arm. so austin has weaknesses in the arm and hips, but nothing at this point to stop him from playing. he suggested physical therapy on the arm and they are trying to set that up.
i went and got an ice cream cake from dairy queen for his birthday, and austin, bebo, kitty, terre mark and i went to akita where they pigged out on sushi. bebo has bought speakers and a new tape deck for austin's car. i gave him a wawa gift card with gas on it, and i finally gave him the book i had been writing for him for the last 5 years. it is called WHAT WOMEN WANT, AND MEN ARE TOO GENETICALLY CLUELESS TO UNDERSTAND. i found a lucky penny and taped it to the folder i put it in and i also put $30 on the sonic card that mom and dad gave him for his birthday.
there have been a lot of things swirling in the universe to think about today.
at 7 a.m. amy thurston came to give austin his birthday gift. like last year, she had made a poster for his birthday saying "happy 17th austin" and she taped it to the glass of the front door. the difference, which made me cry, was that this year she signed it "your friend, amy thurston." that makes me cry. i don't know WHY, but it does. she gave austin 2 pairs of sunglasses, which he needs, and he said he wanted to hug her, but he couldn't. i tried to explain to him that that would have been appropriate, but he said no. boys are stupid. he did talk to her and thanked her for what she had done for him. she is trying really hard to be his friend. i hope he gets his head out of his ass before it is too late...
one of my former students from Atlee, bilal qureshi, came to school and spoke to two of my classes and 2 mass comm classes. he is currently a reporter and producer for NPR in d.c. i was impressed by what he did and how much he has matured since the last time i saw him. it is all coming together for him now. i am hoping that i can go up to d.c. one day this summer and see what he does at NPR. he seemed to really like that idea and i am hoping it will work out. he is doing my dream job, and i would love an opportunity to see how that works. he is hoping to start working on directing films, and is going to contact a director through a friend he knows to see if that person would be interested in hiring him. that is where he wants to go, and i think he has the talent to do that. certainly, he does have the drive.
we went for the results of austin's MRI and he did have a small tear in the labrum in his left hip, which was a surprise, but the bottom line was that dr. davis thought he should just continue to play baseball until it hurt him to the point of needing something done with it. he didn't think there was much point of doing anything now as long as it wasn't bothering him. austin also asked him to check his shoulder. he did an xray on it, and checked it and talked to austin about it. bottom line on that one is that it could be a strain, it could be a tear in the labrum in the shoulder or a strap muscle tear. but he said doing an MRI or a CAT scan on it would be inconclusive, and like the hip, he should throw when he wanted to and when it didn't hurt. but he also said that austin has to see a pitching coach because if he doesn't start using his legs and body when pitching, he is going to tear up the arm. so austin has weaknesses in the arm and hips, but nothing at this point to stop him from playing. he suggested physical therapy on the arm and they are trying to set that up.
i went and got an ice cream cake from dairy queen for his birthday, and austin, bebo, kitty, terre mark and i went to akita where they pigged out on sushi. bebo has bought speakers and a new tape deck for austin's car. i gave him a wawa gift card with gas on it, and i finally gave him the book i had been writing for him for the last 5 years. it is called WHAT WOMEN WANT, AND MEN ARE TOO GENETICALLY CLUELESS TO UNDERSTAND. i found a lucky penny and taped it to the folder i put it in and i also put $30 on the sonic card that mom and dad gave him for his birthday.
there have been a lot of things swirling in the universe to think about today.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
a productive day!
i am going to write down what i did today, because i accomplished a lot, and that doesn't often happen for me.
i got up at a reasonable hour, having not gone to bed until 3 a.m. i stayed up late to finish reading CORSAIR by clive cussler. last night was the henrico-atlee baseball game, which was horrifying to watch in its frustration. however, austin managed to hit his first walk off homerun, and won the game for them, 9-8. someone threw the ball back and austin did get it. it was the first time he had had a walk off home run. based upon the coaching and the playing, we did NOT deserve to win, that is for sure. i have come to the conclusion that i don't enjoy watching high school baseball anymore. it is more frustrating than pleasurable. last night austin was supposed to pitch. instead, they kept the pitcher in the whole game, even though he was horrible, hit 5 kids and walked 6 and was getting smacked around. plus the coach managed to get himself ejected from the game, and he didn't go easily and generally made an ass of himself.
i went to facebook this morning and mj and gregg were one, so we talked about silly stuff from high school for probably over and hour. too bad we couldn't get a 3 way conversation going, but i don't think you can do that with IM.
after i finished on facebook, i called in my BP refill and headed out to the shed to see if ron had fixed the lawn tractor. he had. so i mowed the yard. i tried to weed wack, but the batteries weren't holding a charge. i took the time to empty the cat pans and wash them out and i filled the fountain pond at the same time. i went along the front walk and scraped up the mulch and dirt that had grown across the concrete. i couldn't get the push mower started, so some of the stuff didn't happen. i did finish most of the weed wacking and then i went to get my drugs at cvs and then to the new lowes. i had not been in there before, and it is pretty big and has a lot more stuff than home depot it seems, but it is more expensive there. i bought some marked down pansies, and some brick pavers to line the walk. the mulch gets over the bricks and on the concrete, so i am thinking i will put these down to keep the bed in place. if that doesn't look right, i will put them along the edge of the front bed near the street.
after i ate the taco bell that i got and talked to uncle jack on the phone, i watched a couple of CSI MIAMI episodes that i had taped, and then i went back outside to work. i also bought a headset to put on when you are mowing the lawn, and it has an ipod hookup, so i put on my garden gloves, got out the weed killer and then did the entire yard, including down around the willow tree, the street and the driveway. amy next door helped me move the nordic track into the SF room. i sat on the steps after i finished with the weed spraying and glued back the pink swan ceramic planter that used to be doris', but got broken. i sat in the rocking chair, watched spiders spin and some bats and birds fly around and listened to the ipod while i rocked, sort of a soundtrack to sunset! the partridges came by and showed me the frog and the turtle in the pond in front. the only things i didn't get to today were running the carpet cleaner in the front room and weeding the back two above ground garden beds. i filled the bird feeders and thought about going up to pam's to work on the upside down tomato planters, but it was a fleeting thought. i cooked asparagus for lunch and one of the cats nabbed one. what a weird thing for cats to eat!
i need to take a bath and go to bed. i am not hurting all that bad and i have had a lot more energy today than i have had in awhile. my back is still tender, but i am trying to make sure i don't push things too much. tomorrow austin and i are going to the beach to visit the 'rents.
i got up at a reasonable hour, having not gone to bed until 3 a.m. i stayed up late to finish reading CORSAIR by clive cussler. last night was the henrico-atlee baseball game, which was horrifying to watch in its frustration. however, austin managed to hit his first walk off homerun, and won the game for them, 9-8. someone threw the ball back and austin did get it. it was the first time he had had a walk off home run. based upon the coaching and the playing, we did NOT deserve to win, that is for sure. i have come to the conclusion that i don't enjoy watching high school baseball anymore. it is more frustrating than pleasurable. last night austin was supposed to pitch. instead, they kept the pitcher in the whole game, even though he was horrible, hit 5 kids and walked 6 and was getting smacked around. plus the coach managed to get himself ejected from the game, and he didn't go easily and generally made an ass of himself.
i went to facebook this morning and mj and gregg were one, so we talked about silly stuff from high school for probably over and hour. too bad we couldn't get a 3 way conversation going, but i don't think you can do that with IM.
after i finished on facebook, i called in my BP refill and headed out to the shed to see if ron had fixed the lawn tractor. he had. so i mowed the yard. i tried to weed wack, but the batteries weren't holding a charge. i took the time to empty the cat pans and wash them out and i filled the fountain pond at the same time. i went along the front walk and scraped up the mulch and dirt that had grown across the concrete. i couldn't get the push mower started, so some of the stuff didn't happen. i did finish most of the weed wacking and then i went to get my drugs at cvs and then to the new lowes. i had not been in there before, and it is pretty big and has a lot more stuff than home depot it seems, but it is more expensive there. i bought some marked down pansies, and some brick pavers to line the walk. the mulch gets over the bricks and on the concrete, so i am thinking i will put these down to keep the bed in place. if that doesn't look right, i will put them along the edge of the front bed near the street.
after i ate the taco bell that i got and talked to uncle jack on the phone, i watched a couple of CSI MIAMI episodes that i had taped, and then i went back outside to work. i also bought a headset to put on when you are mowing the lawn, and it has an ipod hookup, so i put on my garden gloves, got out the weed killer and then did the entire yard, including down around the willow tree, the street and the driveway. amy next door helped me move the nordic track into the SF room. i sat on the steps after i finished with the weed spraying and glued back the pink swan ceramic planter that used to be doris', but got broken. i sat in the rocking chair, watched spiders spin and some bats and birds fly around and listened to the ipod while i rocked, sort of a soundtrack to sunset! the partridges came by and showed me the frog and the turtle in the pond in front. the only things i didn't get to today were running the carpet cleaner in the front room and weeding the back two above ground garden beds. i filled the bird feeders and thought about going up to pam's to work on the upside down tomato planters, but it was a fleeting thought. i cooked asparagus for lunch and one of the cats nabbed one. what a weird thing for cats to eat!
i need to take a bath and go to bed. i am not hurting all that bad and i have had a lot more energy today than i have had in awhile. my back is still tender, but i am trying to make sure i don't push things too much. tomorrow austin and i are going to the beach to visit the 'rents.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
endings and then transitions...
it has been weeks now that austin has been agonizing over what to do about his relationship with amy. last night, he told her he wanted to break up, and he went to her house to do that.
she didn't understand, as he knew she wouldn't. she kept thinking she had done something wrong, which she really hadn't. he had no explanation for her, or anyone else for that matter. he doesn't really know anything other than he doesn't feel the same about her. he has never had a girlfriend before her, and they have been together for 18 months. he, too, was her first big love. with high school kids, you have to expect that they will break up, but no matter what, you are never quite ready for the change.
he called me after he did it, driving in the car away from her place. he was just sobbing and sobbing, saying he didn't want to hurt her, that she hadn't done anything wrong and he still had to hurt her, that she didn't understand. he didn't get his ring back, which means he will have to see her. i couldn't help him. what do you say? it would have been a lot easier if i had allowed him to text her or do it over the phone, but i told him that he owed her that much after all this time. it wouldn't have been as hard for him i don't think, but in life, you have to look people in the eyes and not avoid personal confrontation.
we went to dinner last night at the pad thai place, a place he took her for dinner many times, with her family some, without her family. yesterday the lanyard she had given him that he has been using for his keys broke, and there were other things that happened in the course of the last couple of days that involved things breaking. he commented that he thought it was symbolic and intentional. that is the first time i have ever heard him look at life that way. usually, he avoids any mention of fate or karma. he says he doesn't believe in angel pennies. maybe he does after all...
as i am writing this, he is with bebo on his way to lumberton, n.c. to take mae back to the south carolina relatives. last night he said all he wanted to do was to get home. he was crying so hard that i thought he might wreck, and asked him to pull to the side, but he said no, he just wanted to get to his dad's house. i called bebo and told him what was going on and to not push him to talk or give advice.
there is no nice way to hurt someone. there is no magic fix, no cure, nothing but time that takes down the level of pain, on both sides. i know he has been confused and upset and dreading this, and putting it off. he says he has wanted to do it for 4 months, and that is probably true. i have certainly seen a lessening of his desire to be with her, and even in his seeing her at all. the only explanation he has been able to give is that she needs to mature and "take the training wheels off" which is probably true. she has been a lot sheltered, and he says that he has babied her for a long time, and now he is tired of it and doesn't want to do it. his anger over that i guess has killed his feelings for her. how do you tell someone to grow up? you can't. he may have added to his problem by NOT fighting with her or telling her what he was fed up over, but even then, he didn't want to hurt her.
he didn't get the ring back, which means he will have to see her again. maybe by then enough time will have passed that he can face her. right now, i dread the next week. i feel pretty inadequate as a parent, not able to say or do the right things. i guess the best is to just do nothing, because that seems to be what he wants to do. he has been awful to live with, and i have been the punching bag and the recipient of his misguided anger. i have finally had to confront him and be mean back, in that he just hasn't gotten it. i understand that you take things out on the people you are closest too, and yesterday i think he finally got that and did talk to me about it at dinner. i just tried to listen. i had told him yesterday morning that upon thinking about it, i don't feel he ever really gave her a chance to grow up. he wouldn't take her around his friends, he decided she would be uncomfortable or she would make them uncomfortable. he didn't give her any chance to "take off the training wheels" because HE decided it wouldn't work ahead of time. how would she ever be able to mature at all if not put in situations that required it? granted, she has been wrapped in cotton batting by her family AND austin, but someone had to push her out of the nest, and unfortunately, it wasn't austin. i told him that maybe he should have given her the opportunity in some or any type of social situation with his friends, but he refused. he never tried, ever. either he knows her way too well and knows she absolutely would do the things he feared, or he was doing a bebo and assuming he knew what she would do. i think it is the latter. i have seen a lot of growth and independence in her in the last year. as a matter of fact, she has been the one most busy since she started playing sports year round. she has been busy with her girlfriends and other extracurricular things as well as her school work.
and to make things more complicated, he has been hanging out steadily with another girl who is my student right now. she is the complete opposite of amy, and she and austin have become big confidants of each other. unfortunately for her, she made some mistakes in the 9th grade with boys, and now she is treated like a pariah. she has been honest with austin and told him what she did. she knows the boys won't give her a second look except for trying to take advantage of her. i think austin is the first "nice guy" who has been her friend, and she, like any other girl her age, wants a relationship with a boy who won't take advantage of her past. it is a sad example of what i have preached to my girl students for years: what you do stays with you forever. people are NOT forgiving. the label says. austin has confided in her about amy, and he says she is the only one he has talked to about baseball, and this is true. there is a level of comfort there for him with her, but he says he absolutely cannot date her, not matter what, because he knows too much, and he knows the guys who have been with her. he says he doesn't want the peer pressure, and he is not that kind of guy to take advantage of her. i told him that by being her friend, he had already given her back some credibility because everyone knows he is a goody 2 shoes. she also isn't the most beautiful girl in the face, and the boys tease austin about her. she has an interesting face, and a great body, but she is also probably too open for her own good. she wants him to take her to the prom just as friends, but i told him when he asked me what i thought, that i didn't think it was a good idea. it would give her hope, when he says there is not hope for a relationship beyond friends. i also thought it would be a blow to amy and she didn't deserve that either, especially since she thought they would end up going to the prom. i don't know what he is going to end up doing, as he decided he wouldn't want to miss his junior prom. but time will tell. he has to buy the tickets this week if he is going to go.
there are a lot of things that go with the death of something. there is not only the death of the relationship, but all the ripples in that pond that you were a part of. austin also had the comfort of doing things with her family and their friends. he had a lot of freedom as being "part of the family" and that goes when she goes. the same, i am sure, goes with her. i made usually made her favorite dinner when she came here, and she had been several times to the beach, had met mom and dad, and had done the same with bebo's family. i certainly know that feeling, having suffered it when we divorced. the only cure is time and maturity. i just hope austin doesn't have any more anxiety attacks, or that he moves on quickly. he did talk to me yesterday about his tendency towards "addictions" as he put it, which are the ways he diverts himself from dealing with the thing on his mind. he cited WORLD OF WARCRAFT as having been the first one over the last several months, and now lindsey and his constant contact with her. all of them were ways he ran from himself, but he knew he couldn't do it any longer. he feels terribly guilty, and i hope i can help him.
in all honesty, i am affected by all of these changes and endings and transitions. i am seeing it through the eyes of a parent who is losing control and contact with my son. it is simply what we have to do as parents...let go. because my focal point for the last 16 years has been austin, suddenly losing that sort of makes me spin out of control in my head. i didn't think it would affect me as it has, but i am certainly feeling it. this stone in austin's pond is rippling me too. but that is life, isn't it? recently, there have been a lot of stones, large and small, and i am just trying to roll with the ripples and not get drowned. i probably haven't done a very good job of it, but there aren't choices in life sometimes, and everything makes you grow as a person.
she didn't understand, as he knew she wouldn't. she kept thinking she had done something wrong, which she really hadn't. he had no explanation for her, or anyone else for that matter. he doesn't really know anything other than he doesn't feel the same about her. he has never had a girlfriend before her, and they have been together for 18 months. he, too, was her first big love. with high school kids, you have to expect that they will break up, but no matter what, you are never quite ready for the change.
he called me after he did it, driving in the car away from her place. he was just sobbing and sobbing, saying he didn't want to hurt her, that she hadn't done anything wrong and he still had to hurt her, that she didn't understand. he didn't get his ring back, which means he will have to see her. i couldn't help him. what do you say? it would have been a lot easier if i had allowed him to text her or do it over the phone, but i told him that he owed her that much after all this time. it wouldn't have been as hard for him i don't think, but in life, you have to look people in the eyes and not avoid personal confrontation.
we went to dinner last night at the pad thai place, a place he took her for dinner many times, with her family some, without her family. yesterday the lanyard she had given him that he has been using for his keys broke, and there were other things that happened in the course of the last couple of days that involved things breaking. he commented that he thought it was symbolic and intentional. that is the first time i have ever heard him look at life that way. usually, he avoids any mention of fate or karma. he says he doesn't believe in angel pennies. maybe he does after all...
as i am writing this, he is with bebo on his way to lumberton, n.c. to take mae back to the south carolina relatives. last night he said all he wanted to do was to get home. he was crying so hard that i thought he might wreck, and asked him to pull to the side, but he said no, he just wanted to get to his dad's house. i called bebo and told him what was going on and to not push him to talk or give advice.
there is no nice way to hurt someone. there is no magic fix, no cure, nothing but time that takes down the level of pain, on both sides. i know he has been confused and upset and dreading this, and putting it off. he says he has wanted to do it for 4 months, and that is probably true. i have certainly seen a lessening of his desire to be with her, and even in his seeing her at all. the only explanation he has been able to give is that she needs to mature and "take the training wheels off" which is probably true. she has been a lot sheltered, and he says that he has babied her for a long time, and now he is tired of it and doesn't want to do it. his anger over that i guess has killed his feelings for her. how do you tell someone to grow up? you can't. he may have added to his problem by NOT fighting with her or telling her what he was fed up over, but even then, he didn't want to hurt her.
he didn't get the ring back, which means he will have to see her again. maybe by then enough time will have passed that he can face her. right now, i dread the next week. i feel pretty inadequate as a parent, not able to say or do the right things. i guess the best is to just do nothing, because that seems to be what he wants to do. he has been awful to live with, and i have been the punching bag and the recipient of his misguided anger. i have finally had to confront him and be mean back, in that he just hasn't gotten it. i understand that you take things out on the people you are closest too, and yesterday i think he finally got that and did talk to me about it at dinner. i just tried to listen. i had told him yesterday morning that upon thinking about it, i don't feel he ever really gave her a chance to grow up. he wouldn't take her around his friends, he decided she would be uncomfortable or she would make them uncomfortable. he didn't give her any chance to "take off the training wheels" because HE decided it wouldn't work ahead of time. how would she ever be able to mature at all if not put in situations that required it? granted, she has been wrapped in cotton batting by her family AND austin, but someone had to push her out of the nest, and unfortunately, it wasn't austin. i told him that maybe he should have given her the opportunity in some or any type of social situation with his friends, but he refused. he never tried, ever. either he knows her way too well and knows she absolutely would do the things he feared, or he was doing a bebo and assuming he knew what she would do. i think it is the latter. i have seen a lot of growth and independence in her in the last year. as a matter of fact, she has been the one most busy since she started playing sports year round. she has been busy with her girlfriends and other extracurricular things as well as her school work.
and to make things more complicated, he has been hanging out steadily with another girl who is my student right now. she is the complete opposite of amy, and she and austin have become big confidants of each other. unfortunately for her, she made some mistakes in the 9th grade with boys, and now she is treated like a pariah. she has been honest with austin and told him what she did. she knows the boys won't give her a second look except for trying to take advantage of her. i think austin is the first "nice guy" who has been her friend, and she, like any other girl her age, wants a relationship with a boy who won't take advantage of her past. it is a sad example of what i have preached to my girl students for years: what you do stays with you forever. people are NOT forgiving. the label says. austin has confided in her about amy, and he says she is the only one he has talked to about baseball, and this is true. there is a level of comfort there for him with her, but he says he absolutely cannot date her, not matter what, because he knows too much, and he knows the guys who have been with her. he says he doesn't want the peer pressure, and he is not that kind of guy to take advantage of her. i told him that by being her friend, he had already given her back some credibility because everyone knows he is a goody 2 shoes. she also isn't the most beautiful girl in the face, and the boys tease austin about her. she has an interesting face, and a great body, but she is also probably too open for her own good. she wants him to take her to the prom just as friends, but i told him when he asked me what i thought, that i didn't think it was a good idea. it would give her hope, when he says there is not hope for a relationship beyond friends. i also thought it would be a blow to amy and she didn't deserve that either, especially since she thought they would end up going to the prom. i don't know what he is going to end up doing, as he decided he wouldn't want to miss his junior prom. but time will tell. he has to buy the tickets this week if he is going to go.
there are a lot of things that go with the death of something. there is not only the death of the relationship, but all the ripples in that pond that you were a part of. austin also had the comfort of doing things with her family and their friends. he had a lot of freedom as being "part of the family" and that goes when she goes. the same, i am sure, goes with her. i made usually made her favorite dinner when she came here, and she had been several times to the beach, had met mom and dad, and had done the same with bebo's family. i certainly know that feeling, having suffered it when we divorced. the only cure is time and maturity. i just hope austin doesn't have any more anxiety attacks, or that he moves on quickly. he did talk to me yesterday about his tendency towards "addictions" as he put it, which are the ways he diverts himself from dealing with the thing on his mind. he cited WORLD OF WARCRAFT as having been the first one over the last several months, and now lindsey and his constant contact with her. all of them were ways he ran from himself, but he knew he couldn't do it any longer. he feels terribly guilty, and i hope i can help him.
in all honesty, i am affected by all of these changes and endings and transitions. i am seeing it through the eyes of a parent who is losing control and contact with my son. it is simply what we have to do as parents...let go. because my focal point for the last 16 years has been austin, suddenly losing that sort of makes me spin out of control in my head. i didn't think it would affect me as it has, but i am certainly feeling it. this stone in austin's pond is rippling me too. but that is life, isn't it? recently, there have been a lot of stones, large and small, and i am just trying to roll with the ripples and not get drowned. i probably haven't done a very good job of it, but there aren't choices in life sometimes, and everything makes you grow as a person.
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