Growing up is hard to do!

Last night my youngest came home in distress. She was trying very hard not to cry. When questioned, it came out that her boyfriend has gotten a job in the college-town where he was to move in the fall. Only this job starts in 2 weeks. Gone are the summer days of saying good-bye. She is happy for him, glad he has employment and that everything is working out for the best.

BUT...and it is a huge BUT...she wasn't ready for it to happen so fast. In her words, 'it was suppose to take all summer to find work.' She had counted on the warm days of summer for comfort and a lingering time together, before the big separation as they head to separate campuses. Instead she is getting a surgical cut!

I remember when I moved to main campus and my boyfriend (now husband of nearly 31 years) wasn't moving with me. We were only 45 minutes apart, but it was still very hard. The joy I felt when he would show up unexpectedly! Still ranks as one of the top 10 moments in my life.

Daughter and BF will be 4 hours apart and with him working...it will be harder for them. Yes growing up is hard. She wants to be fair to him, but she is hurting. So she bawled in the shower last night and left home this morning with a smile on her face. Good girl - soon to be adult!

5 May 2009

Again...
I just read an article about a man who threw a 3 month old baby from his car. The child died. WHY? Why would anyone do that? He wasn't mad at the child, he was mad at the child's mother. And he didn't even have any right to be mad at her, if one can use that word here. He was not her husband, nor the child's father. He was simply obsessed with her. If you can ever call obsession simple.
And the result is a child thrown away. Literally. I want to scream and yell and jump up and down in front of this man and ask why? I want him to have a reason, because I hate to think that things happen for no reason. But it really is as I tried to teach my kids. Life's not fair and sometimes there is no reason.
Many years ago, I was a fertility problem. Tried and tried to conceive and it was so heart-rending to fail each month. I became very emotional. When I heard about babies left at hospitals or hurt like this, or teens who did not want a child who were pregnant, I would cry for hours. Now I have 2 grown daughters and the emotional levels are a little more balanced, but I still want to cry.

2 May 2009

Hi all, that is a little hopeful since as far as I know, no one has looked at this yet. And I don't know that I mind that. It is less scary.
I haven't decided how much I will reveal about me in this blog. Most of my previous writings have been about others or very private (37 years of diaries, 4 years of spiritual journals) So this is a new venture. I decided to try it because my cousin did and I figured why not? Maybe not a great reason, but...

Today my youngest, 19, informed me she is planning to get a tattoo on each shoulder. I am torn between admiring her and dreading the whole thing. I have yet to see a 30 year old tattoo that is still clear and nice and I think about her lovely pink skin and dread her putting dyes into it. On the otherhand she is an adult (at least legally) and it is her decision. She wanted to know if I would hate her if she did it and I wanted to laugh. I can't imagine that ANYTHING she does will make me hate her. She is so beautiful both inside and out. I love her and always will.