Welcome to the Kid’s Gotta Go.
My name is Susan. I’m a teacher, a writer, and a single mother to one 17-year-old daughter, Elizabeth, who is entering her senior year of high school. Like a lot of adolescents, Elizabeth struggles with the grief of losing her childhood. It has been like the slow drip of a toddler eating an ice cream cone. Every once in a while the parent has to swoop in to lick up all the drips before the toddler and the cone become the same gooey mess . The toddler is both happy to have her ice cream cone back and intact but pissed that the parent interfered in the first place.
This is Elizabeth and me except now I can’t just take over and fix her melting ice cream cone because she’s 17 and eventually she has got to go into society and function and figure things out on her own.
But I have to do something, so I write. And it’s through my writing that I figure out what I know and, more often than not, what I don’t know which is how I find myself here sharing my take on my only child’s last year of high school.