Again, I have a feeling something's coming.
All day today, I've had that feeling...the one I get where I'm a bundle of nerves, I can't stay focused, I'm jumpy, my temper is short and I just feel...something.
Our COO resigned today at my company. Normally, I might not think a heck of a lot of that, because I am so far down on the totem pole, the man doesn't even know me. I don't think he does, anyway. But what makes his resignation raise a mental flag with me (not necessarily a red one, but a flag nonetheless) is that it follows a short string of resignations in the last couple of months. At least five that I can think of immediately. I don't know if this feeling is even work related.
It might just be the fact that June is a busy month for me, family-wise. Lots of events and get-togethers coming up, including my 15th anniversary! Yay us! My daughter's birthday is coming, Fathers Day...I'm sure there's more, but I can't remember what.
But I'm impatient, and I'm snapping at everyone. Something's coming.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Saturday, June 2, 2007
From Boys to Men
Last night was my 17-year-old nephew's graduation from high school. He's the oldest child on either side of our family and is off to Suffolk Law in the fall. I couldn't be any more fookin proud of him. I wondered how his mother felt about her oldest leaving the nest and going off to college, and after that, a life in politics. That's his plan at least, but after last night at the restaurant, watching him shaking hands and hugging people, I have no doubt that one day he'll be where he wants to be. Maybe even all the way to the White House.
Anyway, he also has a younger brother, 16, who still has a few years more at home, so I thought at least their mother can take some comfort in that. I didnt see him at the ceremony until my husband pointed him out. The reason I didnt see him, even though he was only a few yards from me, is because he was in full Army dress greens. My husband must have seen my open mouth because he said, "Uh, did I forget to tell you something?"
Seeing this young man, whom I held as a baby, approach me with the confidence of a 20-year-old, with a clear intention of a military career, made my heart swell with pride, and at the same time ache with fear. Both boys, brothers only a year and a half apart, would be gone into the world in the next year. One to college, the other likely to war.
And for a moment when I was sure no one was looking, I was overcome with emotion. The tears welled up as if these were MY children. I tried to look busy, rummaging in my purse for some imaginary something, tying to gain my composure.
I'm going to stop here because I intend to write about this for my next column at work, after next week's which is already written. I'm hoping I can capture the feeling and detail better after tossing it around in my mind for a few days.
Later.
Anyway, he also has a younger brother, 16, who still has a few years more at home, so I thought at least their mother can take some comfort in that. I didnt see him at the ceremony until my husband pointed him out. The reason I didnt see him, even though he was only a few yards from me, is because he was in full Army dress greens. My husband must have seen my open mouth because he said, "Uh, did I forget to tell you something?"
Seeing this young man, whom I held as a baby, approach me with the confidence of a 20-year-old, with a clear intention of a military career, made my heart swell with pride, and at the same time ache with fear. Both boys, brothers only a year and a half apart, would be gone into the world in the next year. One to college, the other likely to war.
And for a moment when I was sure no one was looking, I was overcome with emotion. The tears welled up as if these were MY children. I tried to look busy, rummaging in my purse for some imaginary something, tying to gain my composure.
I'm going to stop here because I intend to write about this for my next column at work, after next week's which is already written. I'm hoping I can capture the feeling and detail better after tossing it around in my mind for a few days.
Later.
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