This past week was incredibly tough for my family. There were times when being behind bars, away from it all, sounded really good. An act of horseplay, ended up with a young man needing 2 staples on his head. My son wasn't the kid with the injury. One of the last calls you ever want, is the call from Dean of Students. "Your son is in my office." Oye. Run.
The night before, I went in to say goodnight to my son, and found him feeling sad about something. "My girlfriend and I are...taking a break from each other. " Oh, sweetheart. Your first break up. I was the person whom he confided in. He trusted me. I was able to touch him. Hold his face. Rest my head on his chest. Talking to him over the phone from an isolated cell would have crushed me.
The call from the Dean's office came the next morning. Though not intending to injure the other boy....with a highlighter.... it happened. Everyone agreed. Not acceptable behavior. One week suspension. One week. No school. No friends. No baseball. I drove my son home. I looked at him sitting there in the backseat. Being a parent is like riding a bull. My only goal is to hold on. I'm not letting him throw me off. Where's my strength?
Home schooling is a great tool. Try it. Teaching him world history and discussing the industrial revolution was more fun for me than him. Keeping up with math and chemistry meant was a different story, but a tutor helped. I cheated. The point is, I wasn't thrown off.
The rest is up to my son. He has to face his coach, the team, the students. Rumor has it that some boys on the baseball team are trying to set him up so he can face another suspension. That gives THEM more playing time. Welcome to the real world, my friend. My son is playing with kids who put the "I" in team.
I have to get back to my routine, work, groceries, flat tire. My son is back to his routine. We're together.