Do not follow where the path may lead. Go, instead, where there is no path and leave a trail.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
For those of you with children, or those of you who observe others with children, please know/recall/try to forget how the senior year of high school can often be one of the most difficult. Oh, sure, I remember the nights walking the floors calming a crying baby, or sticking yet another spoonful of food into their mouths. Not to mention how many diapers I changed awaiting both the day and their never ending energy to finally abate.
But as I look back, tending their appetite, cleanliness, and making yet another batch of Play-doh seemed much simpler. Defined. I didn't have to add in the deep emotion that arrives when it's time to launch them, making certain I get them to the 18year milestone. Experience the persistent worry that my husband and I have provided them with the necessary tools to create their own paths. Often, a tough mask covers my angst.
Last fall I said to my youngest son, Ian, "Get ready to not like me." Having had experience with his two brothers before him, I added. "Remember, it's all for you."
A little guilt never hurts.
"Much to accomplish this fall semester. I won't do any of it for you, but I will ride your ass until you get it all done."
Threat experience works, too.
Take SAT/ACT tests
Choose five schools to send applications
Fill out the applications
Write the required essays
Create a resume for college aps
Write thank yous
Pass high school.
I have to be honest. Maintaining the necessary vigor to get through this with the third child makes me glad I didn't have more. I doubt I could muster the energy or strength to get through another one, nor provide their just deserve.
But no excuse for not carrying the whip for Ian.
Alas, the year sped by. The whip, lost somewhere in the house, and there we were, Graduation Day.
Two days of cooking for the party and last time the Orange and Black (school colors) tablecloths will come out except for Halloween.Pies, instead of a cake. Rhubarb, Blueberry Rhubarb, Buttermilk, Apple, and a Blueberry Crisp.