More parenting milestones...
Oct. 4th, 2009 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Ethan has been to a few school dances before, in middle school, but those were right after school, during the day and not formal at all. Last night, Ethan went to his first Homecoming dance. He had a date (a friend from cross-country, nothing serious, just friends, he says) and it was from 8:30 to 11pm. Afterward, he spent the night at a friend's house. I know the kind of trouble I got into unsupervised when I was young and I worry so much. I shouldn't, but I do. A bit hypocritical, I suppose. He seems to be in with a good crowd (cross-country athletes, piano players, and blues guitarists) and he can't be any stupider than I was at fourteen. Sometimes it is easy to allow him his independence and accept his teenageriness. Others, I am reminded that I have less than four years left with him, before he is an adult and autonomous. This is the home-stretch, the last inning, and every day I have to let go a little bit more.




Here are some pictures I snapped before he left for the dance. I learned how to do the Ediety, or the Atlantic knot for his tie. In some ways, this makes me a bit sad, because I never had these moments with my father and it leaves me wondering if he felt this way as I got older. So often he seemed so oblivious to me (and my siblings) as if we were just noise, a buzzing bee, interrupting a summer nap. A wave of the hand, and all is quiet again.




Here are some pictures I snapped before he left for the dance. I learned how to do the Ediety, or the Atlantic knot for his tie. In some ways, this makes me a bit sad, because I never had these moments with my father and it leaves me wondering if he felt this way as I got older. So often he seemed so oblivious to me (and my siblings) as if we were just noise, a buzzing bee, interrupting a summer nap. A wave of the hand, and all is quiet again.
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Date: 2009-10-06 05:05 pm (UTC)Though, I'm sure I screwed up somewhere. Everyone's parents screw them up somehow. I doubt I'm the exception :D
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Date: 2009-10-04 09:31 pm (UTC)Ethan looks kind of sad in the pics. like maybe he's not as thrilled as ... someone ought to be to be going to a dance. although, dances... yeah I understand.
It makes me think that you are doing such a good job - wondering about what your father missed... what you missed about not having a father and trying to be a good father to Ethan... I'm sure he'll appreciate it eventually.
like breathing, it's not what we know when we know it - it's what we know when something has been taken away that we appreciate it and even notice it... (maybe that's not a great analogy but...)
keep being there!!! (now to look at kitteh pics)
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Date: 2009-10-11 08:27 am (UTC)My dad always expected me to do the most horrible things... admittedly, he said, because he did them all.
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Date: 2009-10-11 01:50 pm (UTC)I think that's my worry - I think of all the trouble and stupid things I did growing up and I just hope he makes better decisions.
Good luck, soon-to-be parent.