I’m Starting to Focus on Shane.
Dylan is nearing the end of school – forever. He’s legally an adult, he knows how to drive, and he doesn’t need me to sign any of his forms. Prom and the last day of school are around the corner, and graduation day is going to be promptly followed by college orientation.
So I am starting to focus on Shane.
I don’t mean that I’m paying more attention to Shane – because really, I am not. In fact, I might be paying less attention to Shane than ever before. Instead, my worries are focused on Shane. I’m starting to notice that he’s not as concerned as he should be about things – like grades, cleanliness, and chores around the house.
I’m starting to worry about his sugar intake, his overindulgence in dairy items, his dry skin. I’m overly concerned that his room looks like a pig sty. I’m wondering if I can still trust him, the way I always have – not because he’s done anything wrong, but because I’ve just noticed that Shane is 15.
Shane is an amazing young man, and I could count his flaws – when he has them – on one hand. But I am getting a little sick with worry about him.
Because Dylan is stepping out of the spotlight. He’s very carefully and deliberately allowing me to let him go.
Even if I don’t want to. And I really, really, really don’t want to.