All’s well that ends well
4.7.09
After all of this silence from Sean — and the sadness and anger and angst and irritation and introverted introspection swirling around in my mind — he stopped by my office today. Of course, it was wonderful to see him.
He’s been working pretty much nonstop since spring break, but he didn’t look any worse for the wear. He’s also made decisions about how he’d like to spend his summer, what he’ll do about classes for next year, and even the probable direction of his double major. He had updates on the production he’s in, his shin splints, the new singing group he’s forming, and — especially exciting to him — news that an old friend will be transferring here next year from elsewhere in the Big Ten.
We talked over his feeling of loneliness and how he doesn’t think that seeing us makes it worse, or makes his attainment of independence any less certain or imminent. He just said, quite simply, that after you’ve been working so hard, when you finally get a little time to breathe, you just feel like seeing your family.
And, I finally got answers to all of the questions that I’ve been asking by e-mail (but haven’t been getting answers to). Whew.
I can’t find quite the right way to describe this, but there’s a big difference between being told something and then seeing its truth for yourself. I saw that he’s fine, and now I’m content. I’m still very much looking forward to having him home for the summer, though.
He’s been working pretty much nonstop since spring break, but he didn’t look any worse for the wear. He’s also made decisions about how he’d like to spend his summer, what he’ll do about classes for next year, and even the probable direction of his double major. He had updates on the production he’s in, his shin splints, the new singing group he’s forming, and — especially exciting to him — news that an old friend will be transferring here next year from elsewhere in the Big Ten.
We talked over his feeling of loneliness and how he doesn’t think that seeing us makes it worse, or makes his attainment of independence any less certain or imminent. He just said, quite simply, that after you’ve been working so hard, when you finally get a little time to breathe, you just feel like seeing your family.
And, I finally got answers to all of the questions that I’ve been asking by e-mail (but haven’t been getting answers to). Whew.
I can’t find quite the right way to describe this, but there’s a big difference between being told something and then seeing its truth for yourself. I saw that he’s fine, and now I’m content. I’m still very much looking forward to having him home for the summer, though.
