On Saturday my whole family was geared up to watch the Ravens vs. Steelers game. Excitement was high. I don't think Jeff or Jack (13) slept a wink Friday night. My sister and her husband were both so keyed up. My nephew Jordan (22), was so emotionally caught up in it that he was truly, and sincerely, pissed off when the Ravens lost the game. I watched the game with them, but in my own detached, non-emotional kind of way. It was a good game, and even I could understand how disappointing it was for them. The whole sports thing kind of eludes me. You would think with 4 boys I would have converted into a super fan by now. I try. I will occasionally, don the jersey or colors. I come to most of the games, and I am really trying to understand the game (football & hockey mostly). But to be absolutely honest, I have had to say in my most trained, loving, mom voice, "Of course I saw that! You were amazing!" without having a clue what happened more times than I can count. The black cloud of depression is still hanging over the house,2 days after the very sad Raven's loss. So sad ( she says sympathetically, while secretly wondering why everyone is so hung up over it....) I just don't get it.
I am helping to prepare a baby shower for a young woman at our church. She is young, just 22. Thinking about her, and what the future may hold for her and her little family, got me to thinking about life at 22. Much has changed for me since I was 22. That was really a difficult time. I didn't realize at the time that it was difficult. I had graduated from college, was having a post college, pre-real life, super good time. I was bar tending, partying, picking up and traveling to far away places to party some more. I didn't really have much in the way of financial responsibility yet, and my parents were living in Egypt-- leaving me in charge of the house and my younger sister. It was an "out all night, sleep all day", kind of life. To be honest, I was setting a pretty poor example for my sister, who at the time was working full-time at a nursing home, and was far more responsible than I was. Looking back at that time, and even later, till about age 25, it make...
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