Sometimes, Parents of Teenagers Get a Win.
My friends, this shall be quick. Our eldest child just left the nest, and there are many words to be written about that. I'm letting it simmer; I am pondering. It's a strangely, sublimely bittersweet moment. As I unpack the experience and watch our son spread his wings, as I hold my breath and pray and celebrate the new space in our home and in our marriage, as I I am comforted by thoughts of "all is just as it should be" and terrified about all I have not taught him . . . I received a text from our boy.
No more than 24 hours after his Daddy and brother delivered him into his new life, his new apartment, and his new roommate, I received the best. Text. Ever.
"Karma is about to hit TF out of me... my roommate left a knife that he used in the sink without washing it... "
Ladies and Gentlemen! SUCCESS!
I'm dumping the Gatorade on my own head and celebrating: this is a parenting championship!
Our darling son, our first-born, the light of our lives, has cultivated a specific and annoying habit during these past several years, about which my husband and I have complained, corrected, worried and bitched ad nauseum: he leaves dirty knives in the sink.
24 HOURS, yo! He's already showing signs of getting it.
More to come as he begins a year of service with AmeriCorps and little brother steps into the only-child limelight for his final year at home. For now, as this new phase begins for all of us . . . we all shine on. We live in hope.