Foust Law June 2019

JUNE 2019 THE

COMMUNITY CONSCIENCE

Raising kids can be a challenging endeavor. When Heather and I married in 2013, she agreed to take on not only a husband but also two boys: Andrew, 12, and Chandler, 11. The boys are now 17 and 18 years old and face growing up in a world very different from the one Heather and I knew when we were teenagers. We are far from perfect parents, but we do our best. Our newsletter chronicles some of our successes and some of our less-than-stellar moments. We hope you can learn from some of our failures and find some entertainment in the moments we share. WHEN YOUR CHILD LEAVES HOME

TO A DAUGHTER LEAVING HOME

This morning, I went outside to check the mail and found a letter addressed to The Parents of Andrew Foust. The letter contained information about graduation. I knew it was coming, but this one-month warning was more difficult for me to swallow than I thought it would be. Letting a child grow up and move on is not an easy thing. For the past eight years, my routine has involved me waking up at about 6 a.m. and making two lunches: two sandwiches for Drew, one for Chandler; one apple and a banana for Chandler, two bananas for Drew; granola bars for each of them, and they are off. In less than 30 days, I will be down to one lunch. When I prepare these articles, I usually find some statistic about the experience featured in the issue. In this issue, I want to share a poem by Linda Pastan that I came across this morning.

I never really understood what my own parents went through when I left home. It seems this is an experience that requires a front row seat to be understood. The excitement of new adventures for Drew will become a reality. In the process, the Foust house is going to seem a little bigger and a little quieter.

When I taught you At eight to ride A bicycle, loping along Beside you

As you wobbled away On two round wheels, My own mouth rounding In surprise when you pulled Ahead down the curved path of the park, I kept waiting For the thud Of your crash as I Sprinted to catch up, While you grew Smaller, more breakable With distance, Pumping, pumping For our life, screaming With laughter,

Congratulations to all 2019 graduates. Oh, the places you will go!!!

- Lucas Foust

The hair flapping Behind you like a Handkerchief waving Goodbye.

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