Did you ever notice how if you take one family member out of the equation, the whole household vibe is different? My household is typically wild, and very noisy. Dogs running about, children playing, phones ringing, you get the picture. I try to zen out, but it is a serious challenge most days. It is so crazy most days, that the mere mention to my husband that I might give up my evening glass of wine because I am worried about the calories, brought on an unpredicted, "hmm, honey, I don't think that is a good idea, I mean, you really need to chill a little at the end of the day." Crazy, right? Well, my 10 year old son has been gone for the past few days. He is vacationing in Palm Springs with his friends family. It is strangely sedate around here. The fighting is at a minimum. Brothers are hanging out together, walking the dogs, playing games, and weirdly, there isn't a whole lot of yelling. I am actually able to concentrate on writing a bit, which is unheard of given that my computer is plop in the middle of chaos central. Now don't get me wrong, I miss my baby, but it is clear that he is an instigator of much of the craziness in this house. We'll have to work on that when he gets back.
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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