For three days Jeffery
stayed locked up in his room, he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t talk. He just wanted to be left alone. Sylvia spent those days doing some thinking
on her own, some personal soul searching.
She carefully evaluated her motives and behaviors regarding Jeffery and
she was not pleased with her conclusions.
She didn’t know why Jeffery had this sudden unexplained bout of
depression but she felt sure that somehow she was responsible for it. Maybe not directly, but at the core, at the
root of the problem, she had not given him enough tough love to force him away
from his boyhood ways and start taking his manly responsibilities seriously.
Sylvia realized that one
of her secret wishes was that Jeffery would go on needing her forever. And related to that – her care would bring
him happiness. But Sylvia’s secret wish fell
crashing down at her feet as each day passed and Jeffery would not be
comforted. From Sylvia’s perspective
for many years Jeffery seemed very happy.
So Sylvia sat back and relaxed feeling good about her mother-like
nurturing and grandparenting efforts. Yes, she had concerns about Jeffery becoming
a success in life. But deep down,
privately, she believed that as long as he was happy success in life would
eventually come.
Sylvia had to admit,
seeing how deeply Jeffery was emotionally troubled, that Jeffery’s struggles
were his own problems and not hers to be shared vicariously. It was one thing for her to take his
happiness to heart making it like her own, but now that he had these problems
she realized she needed to let go because she couldn’t shoulder his burdens for
him the rest of his life. If Jeffery was
ever going to be able to deal with life he needed to face life and he couldn’t
do that living with his grandparents. It
was going to take some very tough love but in order for him to become a man she
knew she needed to pull the plug on Jeffery’s free ride.
Jeffery had promised
Lousia that he would get out of bed and spend the morning with her on
Wednesday. This was encouraging to
Sylvia, that he was finally coming out of his room, but she was determined that
what he need was to be forced out into the real world for good. Sylvia discussed these things with Joe and
they both cried, but deep down agreed that it was the right thing to do. While Jeffery was at Lousia’s
house Joe and Sylvia packed all of Jeffery’s clothes and special things in
suitcases and loaded them up in the back of the truck. They hid the truck in the barn and sat on the
sofa waiting for Jeffery to return home.
Jeffery arrived around
Joe took Jeffery to
Holman where Frank had told Sylvia he had a friend who would rent a little
furnished one room apartment to Jeffery.
Sylvia had packed a week’s worth of groceries in with Jeffery’s things. Joe paid the first month’s rent and then told
Jeffery from now on he had to be on his own.
Frank would be by at
Sylvia was waiting for
Joe on the porch as he arrived home from the trip. Joe told Sylvia that things
had gone well and Jeffery was comfortably settled in. Then from their view on the porch they looked
around the farm. The wood that needed
chopped. The animals that needed
tended. The fences that needed
repaired. The shed that needed holes
patched in the roof. The deck that
needed stained. The
yard that would need to be mowed in the summer. The leaves that would need
to be raked in the fall. The snow that would need to be shoveled in the winter. The garden that needed tilled in the spring
and all the weeding to keep the garden alive.
What would they do now that they didn’t have Jeffery to help them
anymore? Joe and Sylvia could see the
apprehension in one another’s eyes, both of them in their mid-seventies,
neither having the strength to keep up the farm on their own anymore. This was a bitter pill to swallow, they both
knew that it was impossible to maintain the farm without Jeffery’s help but
they needed him to grow up and move on even more.
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