And So Steve's Journey Continues....
Feb. 26, 2012 3:46 am
Updated: Mar. 8, 2012 1:02 am
Back when I was a kid it took forever to move through just one year. It seemed like Christmas would never come back around. Now it seems like in the time it takes to put together a nice pan of lasagna my baby grew up and has flown the nest! Just a few
years ago I was choking back tears as Steve climbed the steps of that big yellow school bus and headed off to kindergarten. Now, here he is all grown up and starting down the path of the "real" world. The Real World being the Working World of Adults.
Steve graduated from college on December 18th. I sat in the audience, listening to President Durst speak to the young men and women. He told them that 19 out of 20 of them will have begun their careers within the next 3 months. At that comment I leaned over
to my husband and whispered "Oh man, I sure hope Steve is not the last one standing!" He wasn't! Though, I'll confess I never really expected him to be. Steve is a go-getter and he doesn't get left behind.
I wrote of his adventures he had beginning his quest for employment a few blogs back. To some just those adventures alone would have been reason enough to change directions. Not Steve - they were merely adventures and bumps in the road. Steve has spent the
past 5 weeks in South Dakota with my sister and brother-in-law, trying to find employment in his field - Criminal Justice with a minor in Psychology. He has wanted to live in South Dakota for many years, probably since he was about 9 or 10 years old. He wasn't
offered a position with the Rapid City Police Department, but he interviewed with the South Dakota State Youth Correctional Department. He landed a position with them! Steve is now officially a Youth Counselor/Corrections Officer at the STAR Academy. Last
Tuesday I got a call from Steve. I could tell he had something good to say just from his "Hi!" He quickly bought himself a plane ticket to get back home to get all of his "stuff" and his truck so he would be ready to start on March 5th.
Nothing is ever simple with Steve. His trip out there was on a Greyhound Bus. He spent the night in the Chicago bus station waiting out a snowstorm and ended up taking far longer to get there than planned. We promised him then he could fly back home, no
matter what the cost. My sister dropped him off at the Rapid City Airport on Wednesday morning. His flight was to go to Denver and from there to Cleveland. Well.... Mother Nature wasn't cooperating and the flight to Denver was cancelled. The airline worked
with Steve and put him on an alternate route. One that would take him to Chicago, then Cleveland. He was going to have a 3 hour layover in Chicago. We joked he'd have enough time to buzz over to the bus station and say hello to his friends there. The original
flight was putting him in Cleveland at 6:15 pm. With the new flight he would be arriving at 9:50 pm.
Steve has been here since Wednesday and he is leaving Tuesday, with plans to voluntarily stop in Chicago. He has a college friend who lives there and they're going to hook up for dinner. Steve tried to connect with him the last two times he was stranded in
Chicago, but unfortunately Tim was unable to meet.
Steve has been busy packing and visiting friends and family. Every day has been a whirlwind of activity. Yesterday Steve met up with his two best friends from high school - one of them just purchased a house and received the keys yesterday morning. His mom
is my best friend, so I was invited to come take the initial grand tour. As the 5 of us stood in the empty kitchen of Matt's new house many thoughts and feelings were swirling thru my head. I knew Tawnia's head was spinning with the same thoughts. I could
tell. These boys have been friends since they were 6 years old and now here they are buying houses, moving 1,400 miles a way, starting new careers; beginning their Journeys into the Real World. These 3 boys were the kind of boys that played hard and rough
- no challenge seemed too difficult for them. As I looked at them now, all grown up, I saw 3 good-looking, confident young men. They have the world in their hands and they are going places; enjoying the ride along the way.
It seems like only yesterday that Steve was jumping up and down, clapping his hands, shouting "I did it! I did it!" and he meant he had just aced an awesome boogie board ride on an ocean wave; but that was when he was 5. Today he no longer jumps up and down
and claps his hands, but he "did it!" Will I miss Steve? You bet I will, more than I can even imagine. But... am I happy for him? You bet I am, as happy as a Mom can be. He'll be 1,400 miles away but I'm pretty sure I'll still be getting a text or a phone
call from him at least once a day. That should help to ease the pain of him being so far away. And, hey - he just gave me a new vacation destination! :)