This is Aidan’s senior year. A year filled with all kinds of activities. Most of them prohibitively expensive, but he doesn’t seem too worried. This makes total sense since he isn’t paying for any of it. Funny how that works.
My girlfriend Judy shot Aidan’s senior photos and I tagged along to watch her in action. She’s really good and I hoped to get a few pointers.
But as I watched the photo session, I got a yucky feeling in my tummy. It hit me that this is it. This is his last year at home. My son is about to fly the coop.
And I couldn’t help but panic a bit…
I’m not done with him yet. I feel like there is so much more he needs to know. There are things I’ve missed. That I’m sure of.
Sure, he’s got the basics down for the most part…
Sit up at the table and eat with your mouth closed. Hold the door for the elderly, women and anyone who looks like they could use a hand. Be kind. Eat your veggies. Don’t text/drink when driving. Pick a girl your Mama will like.
Ok, so maybe not that last one. That’s most likely wishful thinking.
He has a good foundation, but I can’t help but stress over what I missed. I’m not exactly sure I know what that is, but I KNOW that I missed some things.
I’m just not ready for him to launch quite yet. But I don’t think this rocket is going to wait for my permission to take off. I just hope I gave him enough fuel for the journey.