Happy 2013, everyone.
I hope the year has gotten off to a smooth start.
I’ve taken a few days to write my first post both because I’ve been battling a stomach flu and because I hadn’t yet decided on the year’s theme.
Last year, I settled of “Sources of Joy.”
This year, nudged in part by regular commenter and invariable straight shooter Lynn Ocbherg, I’m working with “Meaningful Matters.”
This is not to say that I’ll never again write about happiness, but rather to turn to grapple with thorny issues and other questions of the day that demand our attention if we want to have some hope of solving them.
We’ll have at all sorts of topics, from personal to political, from intensely local to completely global.
As always, questions, comments and critique are welcome.
Tonight, I’m writing about our boy, Aidan.
He turned 20 today.
His teen years are over.
He’s moving steadily into early adulthood.
Our lives are different than when we first became a family.
Whereas before Aidan lived in our home full time, now he’s home from his sophomore year in college for about another week on winter break. As dear friend Martin Clayton said, having a college-age child home is something you savor while at the same feeling like water trying to find its level.
More and more, our children are launched in the world.
And we, too, as parents mark time’s passage through our children going through the same stages where we once were.
Twenty years is not nearly as long as it used to seem.
In fact, I can see its passage stretching ahead as a blink.
But for all that is different, what has not changed is the bone-deep love, marinated in more than 14 years of life experience, that I have held in my heart since Dunreith and I first became serious and I committed within my heart to see Aidan as my son.
I look forward to dialoguing with you about meaningful matters throughout the year.