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March 26, 2015



It's like "The Sit and Fret of Parenting a Young Adult."


My 18 yr. old son cut himself badly at work too. I heard about it when his boss called home to see how he was doing. I called my son and found he had just left emergency room, with several stitches in his hand. After stopping in at work to let them know what was going on, he finally, finally made it home. Where I was pacing, and sweating and drinking too much coffee. It was really hard to not get upset and ask why he did not call me to come to hospital with him, and to understand why he went in to work first with an update. I think that was the day I truly realized he was all grown up, and I had to just step back and let him lead the way now. That happened several years ago, and I can sit back now and see that we really did do a great job, and he is a son to be truly proud of! But boy oh boy, that was a hard stage for poor old Mom to get through.


Every post of yours has that one line that reaches out and touches me. This time it was:
Who knew it required such energy not to do anything?
I have several circumstances currently requiring me to put forth great energy to do absolutely nothing. Hardest thing I'm asked to do. It's nearly impossible to do nothing, and nice to know I'm not alone on those efforts!


Almost two years ago my 20 year old son crashed his long board (skateboard), on the way home from class, during exam week at college. It was agonizing. Had to rely on his friends to keep me posted. Phone call was, "Mom, I'm okay. Crashed my board. Chipped my tooth." Actual injury included split lip (stitches), tooth only a nub (root canal and new tooth) and abrasions to face, hand and, leg. He navigated it so well, but Momma had a hard time being 4 hours away. Unfortunately for him, they could not do the tooth repair in his town but we got him in up here. I got to love on him the day after. It's so hard, watching them grow up, but so satisfying to know we did a good job. Sending virtual hugs, Kira...


Kira, you are a parent to be emulated (I hope that's the correct word!?) Life for all would be much calmer even if you didn't feel that way. XOXO


You know, it never ends. Just this week, my 31 year old son called from the ER with a cut wrist from a drywall knife. The need to go and protect is so strong it aches -

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