I'm having a recurring nightmare that I've lost one of my children. We're far from home, and I'm standing in the dark woods calling and calling to no avail. Just when I feel most frantic, I wake up. It's a terrible dream, but I understand it completely. My youngest child is off to college this week. He'll just be in Wilson, mind you...but from a mothers' standpoint (at least this mother) it is a difficult right of passage. My daughter left the nest five years ago, and after graduating from Salem College in Winston Salem, spent a year living a childhood dream as a character performer at Walt Disney World...so these aren't the first apron strings that I have cut, but there is something melancholy in the fact that they are the last...the apron to be neatly folded and...OK, hidden at least if he has his say...
It is a time both joyful and sad. This is the child that in so many ways is so different than I am...categorically brilliant, strong willed and stubborn, gifted musically...things I am not. And yet like me, he finds himself most creative and inspired in the wee hours of still while others sleep.
I gave him Jimi Hendrix and Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd and Deep Purple when he was nine, and we listened together for hours. He gave me Tool and Nine Inch Nails and A Perfect Circle and Radiohead and although we may not listen together as much...our tastes still find common ground.
So you'll humor me I trust this week as I adjust to an empty nest...Never one to shoo my kids away, this last hurrah of sorts requires a bit more effort than before...And amidst the fact that I am feeling a bit sad, as daylight breaks I am well aware that my child is not lost. I know exactly where he is, because like me, on the path of life, he will always choose the road less travelled.
I'm Susanne Mistric, i've just finished my GRD degree and I'm working on WEB technology. I enjoy living on a farm just outside of Fuquay... I'm a techno geek wannabe with a passion for all that is Adobe, especially Flash... but right now I am first and foremost, a mom.
MY WEB 110 INTRODUCTION
