Good things

I kind of love those rain boots in the Cornell University bookstore. After four years of that bookstore supplying my daughter's study needs, she will graduate in just 19 days. A part of me wishes she could be sheltered longer, because those four protected years of schoolwork and life lessons and fun with friends have simply zoomed by, and now the so called real world awaits. It's a sign of emotional health, I suppose, that both my kids seem to have made/be making the transition without too much angst. There's more angst in me if you want to know the truth. But that might be just my habitual response to all new phases of life, mine or my loved ones. Speaking of new phases, my son, who you might know has long dreamed of being a firefighter/EMT, received a date for his intake interview with the FDNY. He still has a few more hoops to pass through, but he was a happy young man as he set off for work this morning on his bike. I notice he's finally wearing a bike helmet, after years of my asking him to do so. I see this as a sign that his frontal lobe executive function is finally coming on line.