My second child is now in the homestretch of his senior year. Since I just did the whole graduation thing with another son last year, you would think I would know what I was doing. But you would be wrong.
You see, this senior is about as different from his older brother as one could get. They are both boys; I will give you that. I suppose they are both tall, though the younger towers over his brother by a good three inches. And they do share the same two parents who are not even close to the younger’s 6’4″ stature. The similarities end there.
The things that worked for graduate number one don’t necessarily work for soon-to-be graduate number two. Apparently, they need different pep talks, which is a tiny bit inconvenient because I already had my lectures all lined up and perfected. It’s a good thing for all parties involved that I am highly adaptable and can revise my plan at a moment’s notice.
In fact, I have been practicing the art of offering sage advice to my senior son at all hours of the day and night. If he doesn’t respond, I repeat the same thing again. And again. He is overflowing with gratitude for my newly acquired talent. I have never received so much heartfelt thankfulness in my entire life.
I’m sure my thoughtful suggestions are sinking deep into his brain, but I cannot be entirely positive about that. He may or may not frequently fall asleep while I am in the middle of a sentence. But I don’t take it personally because he sometimes opens his eyes and sits straight up a second later while mumbling something that sounds like, “Yes, Mom, I agree.”
I’m glad we are on the same page.
For your reading pleasure, I have compiled a list of things I obsessively say to my senior. I hope you find them as helpful as he does:…