My eldest son finishes High School in a week. Twelve years of learning, homework, assignments and exams. Friendships, arguments, reprimands and awards.
This last year has been the hardest. Worrying about his brother's health, in addition to surfing quite a few ups and downs of his own.
It's all over now. No more arguing about study, no more after-school sport, no more parent-teacher interviews, one last speech night. He's entering a brave, new world.
grew to this...
and is now this....
It's an interesting time. Rarely do we voluntarily and happily finish a stage in life, without having an idea of what's next. When we finish uni or begin working, we know what field we'll be in. When we resign from one job, we try to make sure there's another waiting in the wings. And in retirement, plans have usually been made for travel or other new occupations for our time.
Eldest boy has no idea what he wants to do. So much pressure is put on kids to attain their goals. but, at 17 years of age, who understands themselves well enough to know their life calling?
My boy has made tentative choices, but he's not sure which ones he really wants or which ones will come to fruition. He will have to float for a month or so anyway to find out his exact OP. Plans* will probably become more concrete then.
Anyway, make sure you catch and keep some sweet memories with your kids.