As I write this, I'm listening to some of the music that assist in keeping my sanity intact at times. The present assistance would be from the Goo Goo Dolls. That's right. Some grandmas, like yours truly, enjoy the occasional Goo tune as well as Pearl Jam, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Guns N' Roses, etc. and from what I remember from Psych 101, because of my musical choices, Erikson might be ever so slightly confused as to which life stage Mama Finch is actually perched in.
That's OK Erik, Mama Finch doesn't even know which life stage Mama Finch is in most of the time. Daddy Owl does not throw out the occasional Dodo Bird reference for nothing you know.
Life stages are funny like that. Sometimes they are well defined. We know exactly where we are, where we are going, blah, blah, blah, and sometimes, well...not so much.
It is a tough go watching my children as they go through all their various stages. I sit and watch their struggles and have no real answers. I just want to make it all better, but I can't. A couple of them tackling real adult issues and figuring out what being a grown-up in a tough world really means, one trying his best to make the transition into fatherhood and provider, one who is contemplating future choices while being thrust into the world head first ready or not, and one who just really, really, really wants a turtle.
Now you understand why I listen to tunes. Confusion - 5, Sanity - 0.
Will someone please turn up the music and direct me to the nearest pet store?