Bus

My son loves the bus. Any bus really, but the bus ride to school is (or was) almost his favorite part of the school day. Well, he likely enjoyed the bus ride home better - but you understand.
The bus ride served as the perfect transition mechanism between his home routine and any school expectations that would happen on any given day of the week.

Almost without fail, everyday - there were stories of the bus ride. The juvenile, entertaining and harmless antics of the bus driver who apparently truly enjoyed his morning and afternoon duties with the kids he had temporary custody of. And almost every day this summer - also without fail - come laments over the loss of the same bus driver and the comfortable, repetitive routine he represented.

My son misses riding the bus. His bus.
He has all the makes and models memorized and is always interested in what types of buses other school districts use and for what purpose. In fact, once we were while traveling he commented, "I could never go to school here, their buses are ugly." There was no mention of any other aspect of the school district, neighborhood or an interest in the curriculum. Those were not important.

There were two occasions last school year when I was required to pick up my son from school early for some minor doctor's visit - a check-up or a trip to the dentist maybe. On both occasions my son would practically beg me to return him to school (despite that classes would be over by the time we arrived back at school) so that he could ride the bus home. We would just make it - two minutes to spare. Riding the bus was his routine and he worked very hard to protect it and keep it intact within his day - despite whatever else might be going on or how it might inconvenience anyone else.
If my son was feeling poorly, he would go to school anyway  - so that he wouldn't miss the bus ride. Or, he might refuse to come home early if he wasn't feeling well always citing his need to ride the bus to and from school. Unfortunately the same rigid adherence to routine made it impossible for him to stay after school to attend tutoring sessions or really for any other after school activity. He missed a great deal because of that damn bus, but I am sure that what he gained by sticking to his routine was more than he missed. The problem is . . .  I don't understand it. He does.
Those measures are only easily understood from one perspective. His. I can see what he missed in his grades over a few semesters when tutoring would have helped; in his small social circle that after school clubs may have grown. It is much harder for me to measure the comfort level he gained or sustained by the stoic presence of that giant yellow bus, day in and day out. I can only guess at the anxiety level that might have ensued would the bus driver had quit half way through the year or the bus route changed or worst and almost unimaginable, if the bus hadn't come one day.
I don't know what might have happened. I don't even like to think about it.

All summer my son has wondered if the bus will be the same this year; the same route, the same driver, the same schedule.
All summer he has been waiting for that card in the mail. The one with the bus schedule; his bus stop location and time.

When is that card going to come?

His class schedule . . .  he is not so concerned with.

Driver's Ed . . . . Oh no!

The time is here whether I like it or not.

   Almost everyone learns to drive at some point in his or her life. Some of us choose to learn and then avoid the task altogether by living in an area where it's not required. However, that decision typically comes with the added curtailment of all extracurricular activities like vacations, weekend trips or other travel that might require transportation beyond what is available through the local city or metro area. For most of the population, the choice to give up that autonomy and access would be a very difficult one. For some, it's a no-brainer. The answer is just a clear and definite, "No." For others, it's not really a matter of choice. Not having transportation would make life practically impossible.

Here in Dallas where the public transit system leaves much to be desired, in part due to the shear size of the place and in part due to massive under funding, most area are hugely under-served by public transportation. In addition, the suburban city where my family lives boast an annual population growth of over 25,000 annually with most homeowner's earning a level of income that negates public transportation completely. They simply don't need it. That social and financial luck, combined with vast urban sprawl have created the necessity for residents to commute in vehicles to almost every place they might want to go . . . a person has little choice. Bicycles only work well when the temperature is less than 100 degrees and you ride in a group where it is impossible not to noticed. So . . . half the year. But the other half, when tires begin to melt on the pavement an it's not healthy to be outside for more than a few minutes (because it's 115 degrees) much less exercising - bikes are not a good idea.

Large-tract urban planning has virtually eliminated the 'local community zone' from the map making it unfeasible to consider not having a car if and when the possibility becomes available. That point is the same day most urban-dwelling teenagers reach age '15.'

Driver's Ed.

Even with all the peer-pressure and geographic requirements staring him in the face (not to mention his younger brother giving him hell on a daily basis about not taking the classes) my oldest son does not want to learn to drive. He is afraid. He tells me that he cannot be sure of the actions of other drivers. He says they do not follow the laws and or rules. He's right. He says they behave erratically. They don't communicate. They are emotional. He believes that they are clearly and wholly not reliable. He cannot help but wonder how - if other drivers do not follow the laws or the rules - he will be able to learn to navigate in an environment where he can never be sure what to expect.
I get it. It's a good question and a tough one to answer. In fact, up to today - I have no sound, reassuring answer for him because I cannot make any driving experience a black and white one for him - or anyone. I cannot fix this for him. I cannot guarantee it will be safe. I cannot tell him that every day will be a good one if he does a, b and c: Drives safely himself, keeps his car in good repair and stays alert on the road. I wish I could.

Driving is always a risk

There's just no putting it lightly. Operating a vehicle on any road regardless how it's traveled comes with inherent risk which is multiplied exponentially and directly correlates to the number of driver's on the road.
I can't even count the number of accidents I have been in. Some were bad, but in all I was very lucky. Damage to me was most times minimal -it was the vehicle that took the brunt of the destruction. But still, an accident in some form over a lifetime of driving is probably unavoidable.
I wonder which one of us is more afraid. Most days, I believe it's me who is virtually terrified. So scared.

Classes begin on June 17th.
My stomach hurts.

 We never stop worrying about our kids. Ever. Not for a day and not for a night's sleep.

Soon, (sooner than I'd like) my son will be 18 years old. His birthday is just six short months away and I am incredulous as to how we arrived at this date so quickly. He is a wonderful young man, but 18? . . . No. Is he ready to be 18? Have I prepared him well enough? I worry is that I've missed something; some critical lesson or piece of advice. I've done all I know of and am prepared to do more, but I still worry that my efforts won't be enough - good enough - thorough enough.

Let's see . . . I've got him on advocacy lists - just in case he needs the support because after all . . . who doesn't benefit from a little bit of kind and or sincere support? I don't know a single soul who can't use some at some point.
I've started the legal processes that will enable him to be the strong, self-sufficient adult that I know he will be - but when he's ready. For a toolkit of your own for your child go to:Transition Toolkit

 

I am in court almost as I speak attempting to have child support for him continued beyond his matriculation date and paid into a Special Needs Trust on his behalf. I want his Father to begin paying his son instead of me. His Father is never going to go for it, but how can I not try? My lawyer believes me insane, but how would I look my son in the eye later - when he needs help . . . support, and say, "I thought of that, but I didn't make the effort. It (you) weren't worth it." I have to try.

I worry about him. I worry about his brother for completely different reasons. Like, "Did I spend so much energy worrying about one that I didn't pay enough mind to the other?"  Between the two of them, my concern is non-stop. I suppose that is what being a parent is.
Knowing that I won't always be there with a pack of items he will need throughout the day. Teaching him to pack that bag on his own.

Later I may realize that I got it wrong, but at least I will have tried my hardest, my best and with everything I've got while simultaneously attempting to leave them both responsible for their lives in growing proportion as they mature into adults. How can that be bad, right?

Ups and Downs

If you never knew it until this day; If somehow you have gotten this far without being brutally and glaringly told; If you have been lucky enough to have avoided one side . . . Let me tell you.

Life is full of Ups and Downs.

We all have them. We spill our coffee and ruin a brand new blouse doing it only later to find a $50 bill just lying there and nobody in sight - silently sitting in with the packs of gum at the gas station. Money arrives in the mail from a rebate we sent in so long ago that we had forgotten just about the same time we drive over a nail in the alley and need a new tire. Some people call it Karma. It's just the way life is - for most of us.

This week is TAKS week. My son is taking three this year. All the important ones. Those that he will need to do well on to graduate. He is nervous about them - and rightly so. They are a big deal and the school has made kids anxious about them with years of test-taking practice. Despite that he claims he isn't nervous, I know he is. He is anxious and suffering from a severe self-confidence drought.
Thank goodness for that Karma-thing!

Not two days ago my son received a phone call from someone who worked for a National company in his field of interest who wanted to interview him about the work he does creating his weather blog; Dallas Storm Watch. This gentleman who called wanted my son to fly out to his location and meet with him. Unfortunately, my son will be in 5th period at High School during that time and cannot attend. The caller could not have known that he was contacting a teenager.

 

Click here to go to the StormWatchDallas website

How terrific is that? My son's weather page must be so professional that the caller thought that he was calling a work-at-home adult for an interview!!

Good job son!!! I am so proud of you!

Honestly, I would fly out there with him if he wanted to go, but my son isn't keen on flying, so he has arranged a Skype interview instead. Another stroke of genius! I certainly wouldn't have come up with that solution. I just don't think that way. Thankfully, he does.
Is there anything better than national, unsolicited, positive attention when someone is feeling like he just might be a failure?

I don't think so.

I am, once again, so proud of him! He's gotten the recognition of someone who might really be able to tell him precisely how talented he is purely based on his knowledge and perseverance alone. And, he's gained this recognition just at the moment his fragile ego most needs a gentle boost.

It's fabulous!! And I am so happy for him.

I can't wait to hear how the interview goes. At first, he won't tell me because he hates recognition. He's so embarrassed by his own fantastic-ness factor.

Eventually he will tell me how the interview went and provide me a copy of the article the gentleman will write. Until then and even if he doesn't remember - I know that I'm not the only one who is impressed by him.

You goin' out?!?!

My son is going out with friends?

! Wait! Are you sure? because you know who my son is, right?

It's true. My son is going out with some 'friends' - for the first time in his life.

The news came to me on a Wednesday. My oldest boy wanted to go to the park after school instead of coming directly home as he always does. (He needs to check to be sure his younger brother got home okay and get something to eat. It's what he does - every weekday without fail.) He is 17 so it should be fine, right? Even though he has never been out with friends before - ever?
This Friday would be different. He was going to the park  . . .'with friends.' That was all I knew.

In a way the outing seemed completely normal and my anxious reaction a least a little paranoid. I felt knowingly overzealous to insist on the typical information from a child who is venturing out on his or her own for the first time but unable to resist asking.

"Who are you going with?"
"What are their names? Yes, all of them."
"Where do you know them from?"
"Where will you be?"
"How long are you staying?"
"Are you going anywhere else?"

Normally, kids begin going out with, meeting or 'hangin' out' with friends years earlier than 17. I have heard stories about trips to the movies or the mall where one of the parents agrees to chauffeur. But by 17 most of these young adults can take care of themselves which makes this line of questioning seem a bit silly. I felt silly asking. But I couldn't help it. As a Mom, I couldn't not ask. I asked them all and then some. . . . got my answers and let him go.

I packed him an extra lunch to eat at the park knowing that he would be hungry missing both his afternoon snack and his dinner and waited . . . .
I made dinner. I did housework. I tried to read. I looked for more housework to do. I baked something. All the while I wondered, "Was he having fun?"  "Were the kids being decent toward him (or did they invite him along so they would have someone to tease)?" I know it's terrible to admit, but it's a real concern and one that has been validated over and over again by real situations.

Just before 9 o'clock p.m. I received a text from my son letting me know that he was on his way home - walking. The park wasn't far at all and he was with another boy who's parents were picking him up soon. My son had stayed later because he didn't want to leave the other child alone and waiting in the dark.

And here I was worried about my son while he was busy making sure the others were safe.

He came home a little cold, very hungry and said that he had a 'really good time.' He shared some pictures that he had taken with the camera on his phone. He even spoke about some of the antics and activities of the night. It was all typical teenage behavior from what I could tell. I tried very hard to restrict my questions to simple inquires and leave his private experience alone. After all, I didn't want to scare him off from sharing his feelings with me through my own over-protective scrutiny. I didn't want him to begin looking for trouble where there may not be any.

All-in-all, my son had a great time. He came home happier and more animated than he typically behaves. He was with friends, they didn't make him feel unwanted or as though he shouldn't be there and he said it was 'fun.'

Everything seems totally normal. And it is. He is going out again with them this weekend.

Even though I am wondering what it was I was concerned about, I know that I will worry for him again this Friday.