My oldest graduates from high school in two days, people, TWO DAYS. And you know what will happen once he has that diploma in his hand? He will be impossible to live with, which is why God created college. Yeah, yeah, higher learning, improved job outlook, blah-blah-blah. Four year universities were created so mothers would not kill their newly independent offspring. And by "independent" I mean thinks he knows it all and can do whatever he wants, but still complains about the selection in the fridge and would like you to wash his favorite shirt. Today.
I am trying to keep it together. As he likes to remind me, graduating from high school is not that hard, it's no big deal. Except it is.
When I went to the parent orientation for high school the spring of his 8th grade year, I remember the principal telling us that the most important key to your child's high school success was showing up. That's it? All he has to do make it to class? Wow, they're not setting their standards very high. And honestly, there are days when that's all the effort my my son would put into it. But show up he did and graduate he will.
So I'm trying not to make a big deal of the whole event. There will be no lavish party (he's going to numerous of his friends parties and doesn't want to hang out with us anyway) and no new car with a bow on it in the driveway.
Talking to other senior parents about what their kids are doing next year reminds me of the conversations we all had as they were moving out of preschool up into grade school. What school will they be going to, have you met the teacher, yes I've heard they have a good program there. But this time they are all going off to do it on their own. It feels like some crazy parallel universe where your baby is taller than you with more expensive shoes and a better laptop..
I should note that I missed my son's first couple days of kindergarten because of the arrival of his new baby sister. He could do kindergarten with out me, surely he can make it to college too.
Epilogue: I started writing this post last spring and never finished it. I am happy to report that both my son and I are enjoying his college experience. You'd think I'd miss him like crazy this first year, worrying if he's okay or eating enough. But he's having the time of his life. (and just maybe he's learning a little something in those classes) and when I do see him I get to treat it like it's a special occasion. And I don't have to worry about having just the teenage boy approved food in the fridge all the time.