When our son, Austin, was 17, he was a little bitch. He will tell you that himself. After months of acting like an asshole, Austin told Greg he didn't need to get a job with a f*** off attitude. For the first time in our parenthood, we reached that part where I thought Greg was gonna drop him right there. And I might help. Instead, Greg said... 'Gimme your keys to the house.' Austin hands them over. 'Now, get out' Greg says. Wait. WTF?!? I had no idea what to say or do. I didn't know whether to be mad or jump in and try and stop him from kicking our first born out. I stood there with a man trying to make a man out of another. It was profound. I leaned into Greg's parenting without interrupting and supported the hardest thing I have ever done.
Austin walked out into the cold Seattle rain and left on his bike. We had no idea what parenting looked like for the rest of that day. But, Greg was sure of his decision and asked me to trust him. We left the house too because none of us could stand to sit there and wait to see if he came back. The four of us spent the day checking our phones every five minutes trying to distract ourselves wondering how he was.
Pulling up to the house later that evening, a cold, wet, and humbled young man sat on the porch waiting. 'I'm sorry Dad'. He's now 25. From that day forward he has worked extremely hard at shitty jobs to make ends meet and eventually became a successful photographer, his dream for years. Today, he's excited to be heading to Portland for a big interview with great income to do his photography. He's not focused on the job and money, instead on how he can provide for his girlfriend and his responsibilities to her now and for the future.
Today, I think I just exhaled that breath I gasped that day when he was 17. Raising kids is hard, raising a man...important.
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