Last summer when our kids came home from university to work and study, Vancouver had one of the driest, warmest summers in recent memory or at least in my recent memory. And my son, the Obnoxious One, took full advantage, burning the candle at both ends all summer long.
Perhaps it was the serious health scare with his grandmother and then father. Perhaps it was because he and his long term girlfriend broke up, or the fact that he graduated with a BA in History after 4 years of
partying university. The day after he arrived home he started the prep course for the Law School entrance exam and attended 5-6 days a week, 7 hours a day, and completed all the homework assignments and test, which was pretty amazing!
Regardless, he still plunged himself into every activity known to man, work-wise, sports-wise and fun-wise.
He started with the same boutique law firm he had worked at the previous two summers.
He and his dad took a number of Scuba Diving lessons with the hope of becoming certified,
which unfortunately didn’t quite work out, but that’s another story.
He attempted Kiteboarding at Squamish with a couple buddies and lived to tell about it, more or less.
He bought and enjoyed a couple paddle boards for he and his friends and paddled all over Howe Sound. Apparently one of the paddle boards was for me, (the great big wide beginner one) but I have yet to check out its charms.
He went kayaking down a steep concrete chute at Lions Bay with a couple super-crazy friends
and yes they ripped a hole in one of our plastic Costco kayaks although the Obnoxious One denies it to this day.
He attended the Pemberton Music Festival and…let’s just say he had a very good time.
He climbed numerous mountains and fiorded numerous lakes and streams, kind of…
But then the dog almost died and his best friend from high school did die.
It’s a hard thing for a mother, even this Terrible Awful Mother to watch her darling experience such pain at the tender age of 22. You may think that’s life, so suck it up. You may be right, but somewhere along the line that precious obnoxiousness that defines my son vanished and was replaced by a sea of tears, frustration, desperation and lots and lots of soul-searching. I encouraged him to seek a therapist and luckily he found one with whom he developed a great rapport – an expensive one but a wonderful one.
And gradually he put himself back together.
But he decided it was time for a change. For a number of reasons he decided Law School in Canada was not an option, so he did the unexpected – to me anyways! He applied to law school in London, England late in the summer and was accepted; he left in mid-September. Darn those family trips when we drove all over Europe, exploring the sights and sounds and smells – he developed a far too-keen appreciation for big cities and travel!
He found a place to live with a few friends who were just starting banking careers in London, and now he’s having a blast. And working very hard at school of course. A couple months after moving halfway around the world he sent me the following message:
“Mom, I’m so happy I moved to London – it’s been the best decision of my life !”
“So what is it that makes you so happy, darling? The energy? The architecture? The museums? ”
“The football (soccer for North Americans) and rugby games Mom – they’re brilliant! I even saw Jeremy Clarkson (his Obnoxious hero who was fired from Top Gear a year ago) sitting just across from me.
And the pubs are pretty amazing too!”
Oh right. Of course. There’s a reason we call him the Obnoxious One.
Really! But at least I’ll have a place to stay whenever I can afford to visit London, that is if he doesn’t spend too much in the meantime.