I’ve Come to Embrace the Thought that Change is Good
I no longer weep, wail, or even tear up when Logan heads back to school.
Is that wrong of me?
I give him a long, intense bear hug, a kiss on his stubbly cheek, and then send him on his merry way.
It’s not that I love him any less than I did in the fall when I was playing the role of a Shakespearian tragedy protagonist. It’s just that I’ve come to grips with the fact that, at this point in his life, he’s pretty much on loan to us during his college breaks. His heart and home are really back at school.
Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?
He’s thriving. He’s engaged. He’s taking courses in which I would be lost beyond learning the professor’s name.
For example, his upcoming classes have him launching into topics such as: Intro to Astrophysics, International Studies: The Politics of International Aid, some long-hair class about earthquakes, and finally, Earth Systems Revealed.
What does that last class title even mean? Do I even want to know? It sounds a tad nefarious. Is the official “class namer” being intentionally cryptic? If so . . . success!
And Astrophysics? Really? Unless the course is about how George Jetson’s dog moves from here to there, I’m already flummoxed.
Logan’s third of three quarters (why they’re considered “quarters” and not “thirds” or “trimesters” is beyond me) begins today. He’ll attend class, receive the syllabus, and then buy the necessary books, at which point Jame and I will discuss, yet again, about taking out a second mortgage on our home.
Not really. But it would be an understandable move considering the astronomical cost of college textbooks these days.
He’s joined a fraternity, which is also something with which I’m oddly at peace. (Has someone been slipping Valium in my egg salad while my gaze has been averted?) Honestly, I never pictured him in a frat, but this is a musical house filled with his band friends, and seems like it’ll be a comfortable place for him to call home.
Back at the ranch, we’ve developed a new normal: a day-to-day, comfortable existence that no longer feels quite so incomplete as it did in the fall. I’ve spent more quality time with Spencer than I ever did before Logan moved away. And that’s been lovely.
Two months from now, once school is done for the year, Logan will move back into his dark, dank man cave at the top of the stairs, and our lives will be altered once again.
These are changing times that challenge us to be adaptable.
They’ve picked up our status quo-loving selves by the pant cuffs and have shaken us until all of the coins have fallen out of our pockets.
But really, when you think about it, what did a few nickels and dimes do for us anyway besides weigh us down?
My boys are happy.
Life is good.
Change is good.
(Did I really just type that?!)