Remember that upswing I was telling you about? The one where my good fortune generally runs through the middle of everything and I have curves that sway away from the middle from time to time? Remember when I told you that something wonderful was about to happen because of my current sway to the left a little?
I’m still waiting.
Oh, it’ll happen. I just think it’s going to be big. With the way things have been running lately, it just has to be in order to balance things out.
You remember some of the dental issues that had me on a near liquid diet for seven days? Well, one tooth finally got fixed. I had put off the repair because I didn’t want to mess up an interview at work. The rest of that story is that the person who should have gotten the promotion at work did get it, which is absolutely wonderful and I’m so incredibly happy that it fell the way that it did. The interview itself has already opened some opportunities that I’ll be anxious to explore once a few more things finally fall into place. And I know that they will.
But that’s another story.
The other tooth that was giving me trouble got pulled a couple of days ago. It was one of those jaw teeth that grow roots to China. In the process of its extraction, I felt some tugging on my right ear. I know that sucker had roots that had wrapped around my ear, twice, and then had attached itself to the nape of my neck. I think it might have been the first time ever that a dentist pulled a tooth and had to cut an umbilical cord.
Today is day three since the extraction, and while I’m healing nicely, I am a little sore. My jaw bone feels bruised and there is still some slight swelling. The good news is that I’m not in any kind of pain.
If you’re counting, that’s one broken tooth, one week of solely near-liquid and simultaneously flavorless intake, (I keep saying that because I love to eat. I was deprived. It’s a big deal. I may repeat it at some point.) one semi-painful tooth repair, followed a week later by one very painful, and still ongoing, recovery from a tooth extraction.
Then Youngest and I got into a pretty heated argument yesterday morning. Rather than talk to me she packed her stuff and moved out. I was devastated. I had only just recently gotten over Oldest’s last departure. Of course, when Oldest moved out the last time, she took the two grandchildren with her. I lost not one, but three loves.
It happened four times with Oldest. The first time she left was also in anger and frustration, much like her sister’s departure yesterday. Oldest felt like I had too much control in her life and she wanted to live it on her own. I thought she still needed some guidance and I was, I suppose, too determined to offer it. She was eighteen. The second was a planned departure at nineteen. The third was a little later, at twenty-one, only mildly hostile, and she took a grandbaby with her. The fourth, while planned, took two grandbabies. She’s all grown up now, with a life of her own, and I’m glad she chooses to share some of it with me. She’s doing well, and I’m incredibly proud of the woman she’s become. And she knows that wherever I am, she has a place to come home to.
Husband reminded me that this current set of events with Youngest is normal, and that it was bound to happen soon anyway. I know this. She’ll be nineteen this summer. I knew she had been apartment hunting and was trying to get things in order so that she could move out. I thought that was the natural way of things and it didn’t bother me much to think about it. Between her work and her social life, I rarely saw her anyway. And when she was home, she did all those things that annoy moms of adult children everywhere.
The leaving in anger part bothered me a great deal. The fight was about responsibility, hers, and my insistence that she show some. It was probably too soon. I’ve spent all this time, probably the last four years, focusing solely on keeping her in school, and I forgot to prepare for what happened after graduation, which was barely a month ago. Now I wish she was here to make all those messes and annoy me in all those thoughtless ways that always had me rolling my eyes and gritting my teeth in frustration.
You could remind me that it’s been barely twenty-four hours since she left, but I wouldn’t listen. I’m like that sometimes.
I tried to talk to her this morning by phone and the end result was that she hung up on me. She’s staying at a friend’s and I know that she’s safe, so I am comforted with the knowledge that she’s not out on the street, homeless, and desperate. And I’ve told her that she can come home anytime she wants to, or needs to.
In the meantime, between bouts of depression and crying jags that leave me wishing I’d been a better mom to them both, I’m still waiting on the sway of something wonderful that is surely bound to happen.
It has to.
Because that’s the way life is.