Nope. Not the party game. It’s more like the metophoric ‘we-are-not-in-hell-but-haven’t-made-it-to-heaven-either’.

After graduation, Ethan left the ‘educational entitlement’ segment of his life. The school district is no longer responsible to provide programming for him. He also has not turned 21 yet, which would place him into the ‘adult services’ component of his life. It’s soon, but not now.

So we wait. And he works. He works on his art and his DJ skills. He works on ‘cleaning’ his room – which is usually a version of ‘organizing’ that I highly disagree with. He is working his way through Shield. He works on calling everyone he knows on his brand-new, graduation iPhone. If he is calling you incessantly, I take no responsibility. Your technology should have some way of blocking or silencing him for you 🙂

I work on remembering this is a journey and a moment in time. I work on phone calls, meetings, paperwork, referrals, big ideas and details. I work on dreaming, brainstorming and imagining the possibilities. I work on washing baseboards, door jams, kitchen cabinets and vacuuming out the freezer. Ah, anxiety.

I know the pieces will come together, but we are not there yet. We are working and waiting. And waiting is hard.

THE WAITING PLACE 
by Dr. Seuss

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,
or a plane to go or the mail to come,
or the rain to go or the phone to ring,
or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night

or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.