The end of our third week of Empty Nest happens to coincide with my birthday — so happy birthday to me?!
Seriously, I think I can talk about the situation now. It’s not as raw and I have some perspective. So here it is:
My kid is smart. Super whip smart. Certified smart in test after test. I mean, so smart it created problems from second grade through graduation because he didn’t fit in any school district box (and children shouldn’t have to! another post…).
He is also a serious dumbass. I think it’s safe to say he suffers from Teen-Lack-of-Frontal-Lobes Syndrome (if I suffer from a syndrome, so shall he).
His judgement was severely lacking the last few months and he made some choices that forced his dad and I to make even harsher decisions. This resulted in a sudden empty nest rather than the celebratory, well-planned empty nest I anticipated.
The good news is that no one was hurt, no property was damaged, and no one is going to sue us for stupid stuff he was doing. (How much damage can one cause with a 28′ twin engine cabin cruiser filled with teenagers on Lake Union? The mind boggles.)
In a strange way, I’m glad it happened this way because he seems to have woken up to his harsh reality and is suddenly making much better decisions. It’s strange that perhaps the best gift we could give him was to not give him anything at all in the form of “free rides.” Deep down I knew this all along…
He will be OK.
I discovered my good friend started to write about her experiences as a new mother, but she is like me and has not written much. You should go check her out and encourage her to write more. I think it’s interesting how our parental positions are opposite ends of the child life cycle, but yet oddly complementary. Go tell Kara hello!