The empty nest has been refilled. Since graduating in May Stef has been living at home where there’s a comfy bed, free food, laundry service, hot showers and coffee.
She spent a few weeks splitting her time between the sofa and bed. Those days are over–she’s working.
Stef has discovered she’s not in college anymore! She really is working. It’s not a question of difficulty of task–it’s just the commitment of those same hours every day plus her substantial commute. That she really enjoys her job and the people she’s working with makes it easier–but it’s still work.
It’s nice having her home. Should I say that? Am I cursing our relationship by claiming short term family unity?
She has, dare I say, matured. No–she doesn’t think like a 58 year old. More importantly she doesn’t think like a kid!
There’s a lot to like about Stef. My favorite part is how she speaks and what she says. I have always been verbally judgmental. I’m the wrong guy to axe a question! Don’t use “orientated” either! She’s fast and funny.
When Stef was an infant I was doing some work in her bedroom. As she watched from her crib I smashed my thumb with a hammer. “Damn,” I screamed. Immediately Stef followed with, “Damn, damn, damn, damn.”
Nothing’s changed in that respect. A few weeks ago she said a colorfully profane invective. “Never say that in my presence again,” I said. It’s not the word. It’s the word from my child!
However, like damn, when there’s a chance to use this word for effect there it is! It’s her way to silence me, but when she uses it it’s funny not disrespectful. That’s a level of linguistic nuance not normally found at her age.
Friday we go to get her dog, Roxie. As with work, being responsible for a little puppy will change Stef. Hopefully she’ll continue to change for the better.