When I wrote this post, I had hoped that it would generate some conversation, so thank you Faye, Jacqui and Mama for adding your voice.
The morning after I graduated from high school, I packed new luggage with my very best stuff and I fled my mid-western roots to go live with a boyfriend in Connecticut. My mother, in such disbelief that I would defy her wishes and her best advice, said good-bye to me as I stood in the driveway because she refused to drive me to the airport. I didn't care. I caught a ride from another family member, boarded a plane and tumbled out head-first into a 10 year odyssey of, "hard knocks."
There's something about youth and defiance.
My husband and I have encouraged our children to think for themselves and we have tried to give them tools to chip through the rock hard reality of consequences and actions; but, the truth is that no matter how many hours a mother spends on her knees in prayer or how long she paces the floor in worried fear, children (especially adult children) will design and eventually construct their own framework of life. Sometimes, the end result is simply awful. The structure of their existence explodes in small, medium and big, thick pieces and the shrapnel stays forever embedded in everybody.
But then sometimes, something beautiful and strong is built up on a foundation that is solid, and behind the closed doors laughter is heard and love is seen through open windows.