I believe I am experiencing pre-empty nest syndrome. The last one is still here, well at least he’s sleeping here and eating occasionally, but I’m not seeing much of him.
We are having a crisis.
I know he really needs to be out and about and doing things, experiencing life. Learning and living and finding his place in the world. I fear that I haven’t done such a hot job in getting him to that point.
Fall 2010 we dropped him off on campus of the local university happy to know he had a full scholarship including room and board. He had all the tools for successful degree completion.
That first year was okay. I still saw him occasionally. He would get tired of the dorm and pop in for a few days. He’d go back. I was good with it.
Fall 2011 he started slipping.
Spring 2012 he blew it all off. Dropped out, lost the scholarship, and came home.
To make a long story short, last year was not a good year for our family. Zach blew through three jobs. I blew through one.
I thought I would try to help by fronting the tuition for a couple of classes this Spring. I also offered to drop him on campus as long as I could.
The past week has been very difficult. He missed most of his classes. I saw this as a repetition of bad behavior. I got stressed over it. He’s defensive.
So…where am I now?
He’s an adult. He’s really excited about a new community project. He’s working on that. I started a new job this morning.
I’m not seeing much of him. I can only hope he makes it to class this week. It’s a bit too quiet around here right now. Bob has forbidden the friends and marathon computer game nights. The absence of Zach and friends makes the house rather lonely.
And therein lays the pre-empty nest syndrome.
Getting over it. Yes, I am. He’ll be okay.
It’ll be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it isn’t the end.
I started working again today. Feeling good about that. Driving into the downtown area this morning presented a bit of a traffic challenge, but Bruhonda soared along, found a spot to park. We actually made it on time. Go me!
There is a great view of downtown from the reception area. Little Rock is a small city, pretty clean in the area around the Convention Center and the River Market. We’re only a few blocks from the Clinton Library.
I am amazed that certain neighborhoods in my city still have a special place in my heart despite becoming somewhat bedraggled with age. As a child my mom or dad would drive us home via Fair Park Boulevard. As you can guess Fair Park was situated along the street, the zoo, and a small theme park, and War Memorial Stadium where the Hogs play are among the attractions. My favorite part begins with the residential area. It’s a wide street, tree-lined, and shady. I always imagined it to be a very special place to live and I still love cruising between 12th Street and the University’s back side.
The downside today was brought to us in the news. The Boston Marathon bombings were a shock. I’m sure truths will out on this heinous act. Shame on the perpetrators. No act of violence is necessary or rational. If a point must be made by the taking of lives, then something is inherently wrong with your point of view.
It is time for dinner and some reading. Oh and filing an extension on my tax return. I am so much a procrastinator.
Happy Tax Day. Would that be an oxymoron?