General Non-Fiction posted February 21, 2020

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My first born is making big decisions this year.

...somebody's vision is clouded

by Karen Iseminger

I love that my firstborn, my eldest daughter, is graduating in 2020. My gosh all I think about are the cheesy party-prop glasses with the zeroes cutout.


And I guess I sometimes think about the fact my baby is flying the coop.

I wish I could say she's ready for it, boy wouldn't that make my life much easier. I mean, she's a typical first born: independent, strong-willed, resourceful, determined, bossy. All the character traits a person relies upon when entering a new phase of life, all the traits strong parents instill in their children.

But I'm going to be completely honest here...

She's independent because she's always had a very cushy safety net.

She's strong-willed because that behavior has mostly been effective in her dealings with other people.

She's resourceful because my husband and I have made her resourceful.

She's determined because her controlling personality won't allow her to be any other way.

And she's bossy because... well because... she's learned from the master: me.

Even with all of the prerequisite send-her-out-into-the-real-world traits under her belt I'm still not sure she can clearly see her future.

And I worry.

She has yet to pick a college. I could go into the minutiae preventing her from making a final decision but -- I like you too much to drag you down into my personal Hell. She has, thankfully, narrowed her choice to two well-suited schools.

The financial burden of schooling will be hers to bear, as her father and I did before her. She has risen to the challenge by winning academic scholarships far beyond anything I'd hoped for. She will also vie for athletic money as she continues to play softball (we goofed and didn't start early enough in the pursuit of athletic scholarship money, but she is good... and the coach knows it).

She has, for the most part, stuck with her decision to work with deaf and hard of hearing children, although she has added interpreting to her laundry list of educational goals (for the record, this is part of the minutiae I referenced earlier).

My girl plans to be married by the time she's twenty-eight, which gives her one-month shy of a solid ten years to find a boyfriend, fall in love and elope with the money I offer her to forgo the circus-scale wedding she's always talking about.

She'd like to have four children by the age of thirty-five. I'm fairly certain she chose this number so that she can tell me how much more difficult four children are than the measly three I raised. She'll excel at motherhood, but I'll still find a way to make myself available for the I-told-you-so's.

She has never been away from home for more than a long weekend. I can't imagine how she'll fair at a school eleven hours from home (which is why we're pushing for the school three hours from home). We've explained that trips home from the far away school will be few and far between. She'll miss her brother's junior and senior proms and all the records he's sure to break as an athlete. She'll miss her sister's first formal dance and choir concerts.

She gets down when we discuss these things, but she perks up when she says, "...but it's one of the best schools in the country for deaf ed."

She's got it all planned out. She's keenly aware that planning is guessing at its finest. She knows her plans can be derailed for any number of reasons and she's quick to offer solutions when we try to test her with an impromptu what-if-this-happens quiz.

Meh... maybe her 2020 vision is 20/20. She's pushed herself since that squirrely B in history back in sixth grade; straight As since. She fell in love with the number two during her toddler days at the track walking with me and she works hard to respect the number that graces the back of each of her jerseys. She's been gainfully employed and committed to saving money to help with college expenses and she's made us immeasurably proud.

Now that I've jotted this all down, I realize my baby has perfect vision for 2020.

I think it's MY 2020 vision that's a little bit blurry...

derned tears.

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