I’m am so glad your son is safe. Thankfully, most wounds, both mental and physical, heal with time. Since kids don’t always think of the consequences scars can be important reminders, often of one’s youthful imperviousness to peril. They also make us unique and serve as conversation pieces that offer subtle lessons for others to hopefully learn from. It seems like pandering but it has always held true for me that experience is the best teacher, and similar to a college education, these lessons definitely do not come cheap. Don’t beat yourself up. As parents, I am a firm believer that no matter what approach you take in raising your kids, you fuck up and consequentially, fuck up your kids. Mine have now lived enough to call me on my shit. Yet another example of the circle of life.
After reading your posts I always reflect on the similarities of issues that drive our thoughts, reactions and even our wallets. It is easy to attribute this to age, education or other privileges we are certainly lucky to benefit from, but I hope that we are striking a deeper chord and raising topics or concerns that will resonate with others. I suppose time and where this “blogventure” takes us will tell.
I also have good news to share, I have a part-time job as assistant to a terrifically talented and kind author. I have spent the last few weeks learning some of the publishing world and working on organizing myself in order to help organize him. I am fortunate to witness the vivid emotion and deep introspection that is derived from the arts, something we are sorely in need of today. I am also painfully cognizant that writing is a skill that takes dedication and practice to excel at. Another thing I am thankful to you and this blog for.
I think about how central having a purpose is to our lives. Being responsible, to someone or something keeps our minds occupied, gives us meaning and hopefully gives us pleasure. These past discussions have focused a lot on our kids and defining ourselves as they transition to adults. While I have never been one of those mothers with a laser focus on their kids’ activities the blog posts have been a testament to the void they leave as they strike out on their own. It’s time once again to define myself as an individual, forced to measure success by my own merits and my own scale. That is a bit daunting.
Do opportunities present themselves at right time, or are we just more open to the possibilities? I’m not sure why or how things happen when you seem to need it most but I am grateful when the stars align. For me this job is more than a list of activities or set of tasks to accomplish, it is fundamental to my well being in the following ways:
It is an important distraction from the pain. All too often I can find a myriad of reasons (not excuses) to avoid doing something. The pain and the fatigue are very real and often take precedence but having something to focus your mind on is a blessing. I feel a huge sense of satisfaction and resolve when I look up at the clock and I have spent 4 hours working and not thinking about stiff legs or a sore back, plus I’m exercising my brain!
It provides an important sense of financial independence. I am not implying that I have suddenly changed our tax bracket by working but it allows me to have some WAM, Walking Around Money.
The interaction with people and knowledge acquired hopefully makes me a more interesting person. At the very least I find myself more interesting.
I chose to feed my ego with my first paycheck!