Praise God! I made it through move in day and I don't feel completely strung out. Don't get me wrong. I'm pretty tired right now or atleast tired enough to take a nap (which is rare in my case) but I'm still mentally on top of the game. It will be a while until the freshmen are comfortable though. The parents will have a difficult time leaving their little ones behind and once they do, the freshmen will look to us. Am I prepared to handle that. YES I AM! This year is going to be awsome! But I know it's hard for them to settle down. Shoot, I feel nervous that their parents are here. The reason being is that these guys don't care about their living conditions. They just want to make this place home and settle down. But their parents see things differently. They want to be sure that this building is going to stay standing around their little angels. They want to make sure I'm going to babysit them 24/7. They want comfort and so it is my job today to give that to them. I can only immagine that it is difficult for them to let go. They just want to help afterall. I mean I look at myself when I'm worried about handing over authority. I want everything to be perfect. It's a natural trust issue really. We all want to make sure that our "babies" are taken care of. This is just at a much larger scale. But alas, I look at these guys and I know exactly what they are going to go through. This is the beginning of a crazy transition for them. They will undergo more change in the next few months than they have in several years. They will struggle with things that they thought they were founded in. Some will thrive and some will fall. It is a sink or swim. Unfortunately it is no longer up to the parent. At this point in time they have a very limited influence on their child's life. That is natural. Their child has to learn how to make thier own decisions.
Well, that is my social observation of the day. That and the several attractive young ladies that have moved next door. Peace and love.
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