You Never Outgrow the Need for Parents

Justin has been back at school since Jan 3 and he’s still not sure when he’ll get back up for a weekend. (He did come up for 1 day while I was in NC – just to pick up a few things and spend one night). I had only talked with him a handful of times until Wed. Over the last 2 days he’s called 6 times! 

On Wed he calls me about noon. He’s got sounds awful with a cold and he’s bummed about a math test at 2:30. We talked for about 20 minutes and toward the end he was feeling a little better about things. Last quarter he was sick for one of his math tests and he bombed it so I think he was picturing that again. I gave him the typical advice on what to take for his symptoms then I told him to have a coke or something right before. (Nothing too stong that would make him anxious). He only had to focus for 50 minutes. I left feeling better. Then he calls at 3:30 saying he "bitch slapped" the test.  I think that means he did well. He shared a few details and then tells me about his next class at 4:00 where they’re testing a balsa wood bridge they built. I had him take some pictures. (note to self – upload when you get home and post). Anyway, he felt very good about their design and how much weight it would hold before it failed.  Later on Wed. he calls to share that their bridge had a higher strength-to-weight ratio than any of the others. It also was the only one to recieve all 10 points for asthetics.

Thursday he calls to share that he got in the 95th percentile on the test which made him feel great. He still didn’t feel any better so he was going to call in sick to work and rest. Later that night he calls again to chat about nothing while we were eating dinner.  So we go from famine to feast in the phone call department.

I discussed this with Diane and my concern that there may be something wrong. Maybe he and Nichole aren’t getting along or something. Diane thinks it’s just that he’s got a cold and needs some family contact. Probably she’s right. I guess you never outgrow the need to talk with your parents.   I know we haven’t.

Namaste