Weekend report

[deborahjross]

Rose turned 20 on Saturday, but was off with her girlfriend (skydiving for the first time) for the weekend, so we celebrated with sushi Sunday night and then got to see videos of the jump. Er, The Jump. Or perhaps The.... oh noooooooo... JUmmmmpp!!!

Fortunately for me, she'd been talking about wanting to do this for some time, so when my beautiful child actually jumped out of a perfectly good airplane for no apparent reason, I was not too freaked. The night before, I'd had a dream in which I was giving her a driving lesson and she drove off a cliff and both of us ended in free fall. I remember thinking she was going to die and trying to reach her -- although, in typical dream non-logic, how I thought I could save her is beyond me -- and that I survived, then the dream got fragmented.

Kids have to jump out of airplanes and drive off cliffs, metaphorically speaking. It's part of being kids growing up. Just like it's part of being a mom to want her safe and happy. She's stretching her wings, spreading them wide on the wind. I can no longer keep her safe in the nest. I can only trust that she will indeed learn how to fly.

On other fronts, Dave became an official Quaker on Sunday, that is, his application for membership in the Santa Cruz Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends was formally approved. Later, he gets a celebratory welcome bash and certificate signed by all the meeting members.

I'm very close to finishing the revision draft. One small scene to finish, one big one to revise/add material to, then a little tinkering and another read through. Sounds do-able for this week. Stay tuned!

Comments

[galeni.livejournal.com]

My daughter celebrates by getting more holes. Tomorrow she's getting three more holes (total) in her ears, adding to the four she has now along with her tongue. The funny thing last night was that her friend was blown away by the fact that I could say "I don't want you to do this because it doesn't look classy, but I know legally I can't stop you and it's up to you", and my daughter could respond with, "and I'm doing it." Obviously her mother isn't into letting the girl make decisions the way I am with my girl. We discuss, then she makes the decisions. When I support the decision I help out, and when I don't, it's her money all up front and she can only count on me to call the Dr. if things go wrong: everything else is up to her.

Felicitations to Dave!

[deborahjross.livejournal.com]

While my kids were minors, the rule was, one hole in each earlobe and no tattoos. Rose now has an additional earlobe hole, and I'm not sure about Sarah. Perhaps she's protecting my delicate sensibilities by not telling me

When I told my yoga teacher about Rose's jump, her response was, "How wonderful! I did that for my 40th birthday!"