What I got was a teen on the fringe of adulthood, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his irritation with me for just trying to make everything perfect. As any typical parent would feel, what I wanted was an elaborate show of appreciation for all the time and effort spent to painstakingly handle every forethinkable detail. The experience was a challenging few days that gave me the opportunity to reflect on some parent/child dynamics when everyone is in a pressure cooker of a situation. Before you know it, it’ll be New Year’s Eve, and we’ll be wearing paper cone hats with tight elastic pinching the underside of our chins, holding a glass of cheap champagne, and wondering where the year just went.Ī few weeks ago, I took Harris up to Boston to move him in and get him situated at Emerson as a new student. It always seems to me that once Back to School is under my belt, it’s one quick downhill ride to the end of the year that gains momentum faster than a toboggan ride down a steep slope. There’s the anticipation of a string of holidays – lots of things to look forward to, with traditions, good food, and great times ahead with friends and family in the next few months. Honestly, this summer was a little too full of excitement for my liking.īut here comes autumn, coming up around the bend. I don’t know about you, but I feel like I’ve just stepped off my last go-around of riding Big Thunder Mountain, 10 times in a row. Over the past few months, I’ve been feeling so much angst, that this song - that has never particularly resonated with me - definitely seems like it’s delivering me a message. Have you ever listened to a song you’ve heard hundreds of times, and then one day, you hear it for the first time? In the past few weeks, I’ve literally heard The Beatles’ “Let it Be” every day.
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