The Big Fall

I ’ve always known that this fall, and I mean specifically the autumn of 2017, was going to be a big deal. The numbers line up in an interesting way. If you’re a young person and you’re having a child at the age of thirty-two, do the math. It means you’ll turn fifty the same year your kid turn s eighteen.Which is what ’s about to happen here.It ’s funny how you can look forward to, or perhaps dread, a coming change and still be at least mildly surprised at how it manifests itself. I guess that’s been a constant in raising Schuyler, and I suppose in parenting any kid with a significant difference. The only thing you can count on is when those anticipated moments arrive, they won’t play out exactly like you thought they might. Blessing, curse, whatever. An unconventional life is what you get.For Schuyler, her eighteenth birthday is arriving faster than she wanted, I think. There are things to consider. She ’s going to be added to our bank account soon. (Oh, the vast treasures that await her from that yawning pit of gold!) We’re exploring all the limited guardianship options, trying to strike that balance between the independence she deserves and the protection and help she still so desperately nee ds. School is winding down, with all its irritations and dramas but also its safety and federally-mandated giving-a-damn about her welfare.She ’s had a pretty good senior year so far, I think. She’s taking some interesting classes, including an outdoor educatio...
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