A week of transitions
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|Mon, 06-24-2013 - 11:10am|
As we start off summer, my older kids are going through big transitions - which always means anxiety, expressed or unexpressed.
18yo DD graduated high school last Thursday. Today is her first day as a camp counselor, for which she's been training for the last three weekends, but it brings lots of uncertainty. . . and DD does not like uncertainty. Her method of dealing with life is to be as prepared as possible at all times, so a job where she has to figure a lot out on the fly will be a good learning experience, if somewhat painful. She's also in a bit of shock at realizing that work takes up 9 hours a day, which doesn't leave lots of time for all her other pursuits. I had to fight to keep a straight face last night while she was wailing over the tribulations of working full time. ;)
21yo DS left on Saturday night for six weeks in Peru on a summer "field school" program. The group is traveling and taking classes for the first week; actual field work, on an archeological excavation, begins July 1. Leaving him at the airport was harder than taking him to college three years ago. I try to picture him getting through six weeks abroad without having a medical issue, and I fail. But I have to trust (and pray a lot!) that he will be OK, that at age 21 he can handle what comes his way (those who know his mental health issues know that this is a leap of faith). I kept all my heli-parenting instincts in check and didn't interfere with his packing, once I'd established he actually had access to everything he needed (which included things like water purification tablets & prescriptions for the nasty things that can happen to your body even if you use them - plus medication for Lyme disease, which he has and has been complicating everything else by slowing his brain to a crawl). I am hugely grateful for the internet and international texting, by which I learned he had arrived at his hotel Sunday morning in the company of the field coordinator.
Once again, I feel like parenting, while more rewarding as our offspring grow older, gets more intellectually and emotionally challenging at the same time. Knowing when *not* to do things feels harder than knowing when to *do* things.