Changes
When enough is enough, you make changes, right?
I hit a wall of “enough is enough” about 18 hours ago, and there’s shimmying, scurrying, scuttling, shuffling, and all manner of movement afoot (behind the scenes). And I hope (soon) cause for a little celebration. Everyone needs a party now and then, right?
And as we’ve been on a theme of “happiness” the past day or so, I will venture to say that if I successfully accomplish this little techno-tango I will be a very happy writer indeed. (Picture diminutive woman leaping for joy.)
Some of us resist change. Some of us welcome it. Regardless, often, it’s good for us. That doesn’t mean that it comes without enormous trepidation, but risk is part of the package when old ways aren’t working, and you need to try something different.
Vague? I know. (Stay tuned.)
Good moments
There have been some good moments as well in the past 18 hours. Friends have been incredible (you know who you are), and my first born arrived home from college, and immediately began making repairs to dead computers, faulty networks, right down to an interesting undertaking that resembled jump-starting a car. He disassembled his brother’s dead desktop, attached an intriguing array of cables to his laptop, and began procedures akin to electronic open heart surgery with a little sci-fi Frankenstein thrown in.
Meanwhile, he ran errands. He picked up his brother after a tutorial. He hugged me. (All you parents of teens out there – you know that’s incredible.) And this evening, there was laughter around the dinner table, and a lightness of mood we haven’t had around here in awhile. Of course, the younger is studying through the night, and the elder – well – the party is going on outside, and will continue until daybreak.
Happiness?
Maybe so. I don’t care what term we use for how I feel right now, though it’s very late and my day will begin in only a few hours. Here is what I know: seeing how my sons care for each other, and experiencing the camaraderie between them – that’s as good as it gets in my book. For the next few weeks while both are in the house (or outside with friends) I will savor these moments.
© D A Wolf
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I’m so happy to hear it! And techno talents are appreciated, I’m sure!
Not quite out of the woods yet, but well in process… thanks, Linda!
Thank goodness for college vacations! You can see the results of all the sometimes hard slogging of what we do as parents — and the fabulous ways in which our children are discovering themselves. Congratulations to all of you.
Kids amaze us, don’t they?
You’re right – the word we use to describe how we feel in these moments doesn’t matter at all. Happiness feels cheap in a way, too “surface” maybe, especially considering the existence (and marketing power) of the happiness industry you so deftly wrote about yesterday. Contentment? Satisfaction? Peace? Or my personal favorite, “a case of the smiles.” Thats what I get when I’m in one of those “all is right, right now” moments. A smile I can’t wipe away. It’s fleeting, of course, but while it lasts? Nothin’ better.
Having a kid return home always adds a new wonderful element back into the mix, especially seeing them interact with siblings. Does a heart good. Glad enough has been enough. Can’t wait to hear more…
Yea!!!
When your unit comes back together, the harmony and balance (that you didn’t know was missing) is restored. If I were Enough, I’d be scared today. Wolfie is on the move!
I think what you see is…contentment. First cousin to happiness. 🙂
Good moments? These sound like great ones. Delighted that your older son has brought you so many in such a short time. Thinking of you and hoping that reason to jump for joy happens very soon.
Of course, CT, as with all things “kid,” 12 hours later you can be back to the normal state of affairs… surly, snarling teenage angst (perturbed parent) – and “Mom, can I take the car?” – as elder son disappears with friends. Ho hum. (All the more reason to savor those light and good moments when they come, and then let it all go when the habitual hills and valleys of life take you along for the ride.
Your sons are gems. Really. I’m sure they’re also pains in the butt, but this is just what you needed at just the right time. Thank goodness.
Keep us posted… sending good vibes your way!
I treasure that camaraderie between my boys as well… in those fleeting moments when it emerges like sun between oft-passing storm clouds. Hopefully as they mature the weather will become kinder, as we’re deep in the dark and moody woods of adolescence.
As I sit here waiting for the minutes to pass until it’s time to feed my newborn son again, I am picturing my boys together like this, hanging out, laughing, fixing things, enjoying each other, enjoying me. Thank you, Wolfie, for painting this picture, one that I can see so clearly even through my sleep-deprived fog. =>
CONGRATS, Stacia! (Oh, I’ve really enjoyed every stage – and don’t be afraid of those “older” years. Teens aren’t really that bad!)
BLW – I am happy for you! Your world is starting to spin on the right axis again.