trying to be optimistic

my daughter came over and explained to me why she moved out, and what she was trying to accomplish by being where she is.  it's all about drugs.  she feels like she's got a better shot at staying away from them where she is.  i hope it works.

i have to admit that i do find it ironic though.   i have never been able to figure out why the 'drug-free' zone that i've tried to create in my home has failed so miserably.  all i can say is 'oh well'...i did what i could.

i've also been ruminating on the thoughts of having my underaged daughter leave home.  i don't know if i'm being a pollyanna, but i'm starting to consider the posibility that fleeing the nest early is a good thing.  it shows a willingness to take risks, to try their proverbial wings.

my kids who have left home thus far are managing to suport themselves with minimal help from us at the moment.  they all know how to live modestly, and seem to be taking a certain bit of pride in not asking for help...even knowing that we would if they needed it.

i'll admit that i'd much prefer seeing this particular child off to college rather than the local low rent apartments.  but i respect the fact that she is making a conscious choice to take matters into her own hands and i'm willing to allow her to do it in the best way she knows how. 

i went to a meeting the other day with a woman who got married at 15.  she's still happily married to him, with a huge posterity, all living seemingly respectable lives.  i think it's good to say...i'm making a choice, i'm taking action, i'm living with my decision.

i think i can live with that.