I can’t help but notice that there is a bit of traction over here lately. I suppose if I was the SEO markety sort this would send me into a tizzy of posts trying to capitalize on the activity and boost my visability using all kinds of buzzwords.
But I’m not that type. I don’t even know most of the buzzwords the kids are using these days, heck, I’m feeling pretty proud of myself for getting “traction” and “boost” into that first paragraph.
This site has always been a journal, and will continue to be. I don’t give a flip about how far my voice goes, it’s going to you and that’s all that matters.
It’s been, literally, a year since my last confess…post. Here is where I am in life:
I have two kids in college. One started this semester and is studying History Education because he wants to be a history teacher and coach. True story: History teachers have to coach, it’s part of the job (according to the head of his department during our tour of the campus.) He’s a freshman going through all the elation and challenges thereof. Also, his is not my story to tell, so I won’t.
The other college age kid is taking a gap semester between her sophomore and junior years. She wanted to travel a bit, work more and save money for college. She has a part-time job in her (as of right now) field and wasn’t ready to leave it yet. I was on board and very supportive of this (for selfish reasons.) She had been commuting to school for two years but is transferring to sleep-away college in January. I’m freaky crazy proud of her for getting into her first choice school that’s three full hours away and…damn, don’t tell her but I’m going to miss her so hard. I’m misting-up writing this, that hard…but the Mama in me knows that this is the best best BEST thing for her and I can’t be selfish anymore. Well, not as far as she goes and hers is also not my story to tell anyway.
That’s okay, I still have another kid to baby.
That kid is in 7th grade, smart and charming and he broke my heart this fall when he tried football and loved it.
He. Loves. Football.
And it looks like he’s good at it? Something something starting quarterback?
I realize that this is a thinking position but, in my head, a thinking position in a game that can knock the thinking out of a guy is sort of futile. I don’t want what I saw football did to his brother to happen to him…but I got overruled. Three Vollenboys for football; Mom against (daughter abstained.)
I’m at one of those places in life where if I look back I can see I’ve come far and like what I’ve done, but when I look forward I only see multiple roads full of things that I haven’t done and that makes me feel like a failure with an urgency to succeed except….
…I don’t know which road I’m supposed to take so I tread water and mix metaphors.
It’s not a very comfortable place to be.
And don’t even get me started on politics. Please. Don’t.
Okay–here it is: I am a liberal who was terrified of what would happen when exactly what happened happened. My husband is a supporter of what happened. I try to shut up about it around home unless I know the conversation isn’t going to spiral into a fight that sounds a lot like a publicly posted social media thread about the news of the day.
This is also not a very comfortable place to be.
Wow, writing things out did not make me feel better, Diary. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
PS: I’ll be back. I believe in the journaling process.
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Thanks for this, Susan. Your posts & columns always ring so true for me. I have a girl going to college next year and I’m in serious denial, but when I do think about it, yeah, lots of misting up. And this: “I look forward I only see multiple roads full of things that I haven’t done and that makes me feel like a failure with an urgency to succeed except….I don’t know which road I’m supposed to take so I tread water and mix metaphors.” YES. This. So much this. I wish I knew what I want to be when I grow up and then I’m terrified that I waited too long and I AM grown up and it’s too late to do anything else. So, yeah. I feel you. Here’s to treading water!