Turning A Corner

“Don’t look back, you’re not going that way!”-

If only I’d known how many turns she’d take!- 7/2015

Are We Turning the Corner?

Yesterday, truly, I felt paused and in an anxious halt.  My child didn’t want to talk about what was to come.  They seemed paralyzed in the moment.  I felt frustrated and confused.

Tonight, we did the laundry together. It wasn’t awful. It was pleasant.

This child knows how to fold clothes better than I do!

I saw faint hints of a smile today that weren’t there yesterday.  They may be turning the corner.

Are we both?

I think so.

There have been so many milestones and corners turned over the years.  However, this one is like turning the corner in a foreign city.  The streets are strange, awkward, and uncharted.  It is uneasy moving forward and almost too frightening to turn the corner.

Maybe that is what we’ve been feeling all week.

But I suppose the streets are less dark today than yesterday.  They seem safe enough to turn the wheel, at least a bit.

I know there are so many people who are turning corners more frightening than ours, and that it seems silly to be so distressed about something as simple as an offspring going to college.  But I, the mother, want my child to move onward with risk abandoned and with resoluteness and purpose.

The grin beamed with progress.

The corner is just ahead, waiting to be turned.  I’ll see you all around the bend, and I’ll let you know how it is when we get to the other side.