Leaving Home
On the surface it was just like any other hot August day in Nashville,
but for me it was a day with mercurial-like emotions ranging from the
high of the excitement about my son's departure, to a mid-level of
nostalgia and memories, and finally to a low of sadness and emptiness.
My first born, my son, having reached 18 years of age was leaving
home. He was going to college. This particular morning Todd was very
much on my mind as I arose early to help him get packed and ready to
go. I was not expecting this to be an overly emotional day, yet the
memories overwhelmed me.
I remembered the first day his mother and I dropped him off at
kindergarten and how we too felt strange and overly concerned and sad;
I remembered his Bar Mitzvah when he stood before his family, friends,
and community at the tender age of thirteen and recited with
perfection his portion of our Holy Scripture, thereby entering Jewish
adulthood. Then too, I noted a lump in my throat and a tug at my
heart.
I remembered the times we spent alone and the times we shared with the
rest of the family, and I was very proud of him. Todd was my quiet,
gentle, sensitive, skeptical, shy, and intelligent, computer wizard
son. He had survived his mother's departure from our lives when he was
ten years old, and despite his shyness and lack of athletic prowess,
survived the rigors of adolescence.
I knew it was time to go. The car was packed and Todd was ready. It
was I who lingered and who was procrastinating. I wanted to have one
more conversation with my son, one more attempt to tell him all he'd
ever need to know about life and the real world. I wanted to prepare
him for college life, and try and help him avoid mistakes I had made
at that time in my life.
But as I sat at the edge of my bed and he on the edge of his chair
In “Calling Home”, by Jean Brandt and “An American Childhood” by Annie Dillard, both girls are confronted with their sense of conscience and of right and wrong. In the process, both girls experience memorable lessons as a consequence of the decisions they make. In “Calling Home”, thirteen year old Jean realizes that her actions not only affect her but more importantly, her loved ones, when she is caught shoplifting and arrested during a Christmas shopping trip with her siblings and grandmother. In “An American Childhood”, seven year old Annie realizes that adults and their feelings are valid and that they can be just as vulnerable and full of tenacity as a child after she and her friend find themselves being chased by a man who is none too amused at being a target of their snowball throwing antics. In both stories, Annie and Jean are smug in their sense of power and control. Both girls exhibit a general lack of respect for authority by justifying their actions and displaying a false sense of entitlement to pursue and attain whatever they wish, as if ordinary rules do not apply to them.
Then he woke up by the irritating sound of his alarm, he remembered everything he was thinking about last night and realized that he's come really far in the past two years. Montag rolled out of bed and went to put some bread in the toaster and sat on the couch next to Thomas.
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Blake took a deep breath and slinged the last blanket on top with minimal assistance, and climbed into the fort. He was more intent in me having a pleasant time at his place than he was about being fatigued from his medications. He wanted a friend, he wanted to play, and he was upbeat even though at times it was a struggle. With his eagerness to be active when he was having an unfavorable day, his optimism for life showed through.
I scarcely snoozed at all, the day before; incidentally, I felt insecure regarding the fact of what the unfamiliar tomorrow may bring and that was rather unnerving. After awakening from a practically restless slumber, I had a hefty breakfast expecting that by the conclusion of the day, all I wanted to do is go back home and sleep. Finally, after it was over, my dad gladly drove me to school; there, stood the place where I would spend my next four years of my life.
After a quick breakfast, I pulled some of my gear together and headed out. The car ride of two hours seemed only a few moments as I struggled to reinstate order in my chaotic consciousness and focus my mind on the day before me. My thoughts drifted to the indistinct shadows of my memory.
I never thought this day would come. I mean, I did know it was coming, but I just never thought it would be this soon. Since birth, Lina has been my older sister, my companion, my confidant, and moreover, my best friend. As years passed, I acknowledged that we were getting older, and that the date of her departure was getting closer, yet, I did not want to believe it. Since last year, she had been in the exhausting process of applying to universities, and by the end of May, the University of New Orleans (UNO) granted her with a generous scholarship. With a smile full of pride and amazement, she accepted the scholarship and reserved her space in the Psychology field in the UNO. Overshadowed by the great news of her scholarship, we failed to foretell the gloomy days that were close to arrive.