Guardianship

It is early or late or in between.  Anyway,  the whole house seems to be asleep and I am not.  It happened and now everything can begin. Syd has made tremendous progress!  However,  a letter came from the school last week that I have been dreading.  I knew it was coming because they told me. HOW come things seem so much more final or serious or, I don't know, REAL,  in print? When the eighteen candles were blown out she was SO excited to begin her journey to adulthood!  I have yet to see such excitement in a young adult to begin this transitory step. It is I who is not ready.  It is I who cringes when hearing how anothers rights have been violated, it is I who cherishes personal freedom and liberty, it is I who does not want to tell her she is incapable of caring for herself.  Most people do NOT realize when this has happened to themselves.  I have seen similar situations with children of aged parents in the ER.  The parent is devastated and belligerent and the kids cry when they sign the papers.  I have held out hope until her birthday that this wouldn't be necessary. When I heard her on the phone a few weeks ago telling the army recruiter "Yes, I will join". I grabbed the phone and told him she would say yes to anyone about anything and then I knew I had my answer about the guardianship issue. I have been secretly crying about this for awhile now. The teachers made me feel better by saying it could always be temporary and could always be revoked. I just love her teachers because they cry when I cry.

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