I think he’s getting back at me for that time, long ago, when I made him learn the alphabet. He was 4 at the time.
I was an enthusiastic stay-at-home mom with a degree in Elementary Education. I had this great plan of basing all of our activities and meals around the letter we were studying. Then he would color a picture of the letter and I would place it in our ABC book.
Everything was going swimmingly well. until Hubby broke the news to me.
He’d been tucking Link into bed one night when Link asked him in despair “Dad? Is she going to do the WHOLE alphabet?! She’s only on letter C!”
Well of course I was!
But now, sixteen years later, I’m the one crying out. “Is Link going to use the WHOLE alphabet? He’s already on plan D!”
Perhaps you remember:
Plan A was to sit in his room, and edit videos until someone noticed and he hit it big. That plan didn’t go over well with us….
so he reluctantly moved on to Plan B.
That plan was to attend the local college, with the intention of getting his Associates Degree and hopefully, coming up with a career path somewhere along the way.
Halfway through, he determined college was not for him.
Plan C: Get a full time job. This worked for a while, actually. He started out as an overnight stockman in a department store not far from home. He loved the hours, but his difficulty reading the boxes created major problems for him. His eye problems are now on the mend, but not before they asked him to step down to daytime hours. With a slight cut in pay, he began pushing carts, loading shelves, and pretty much anything else that was asked of him. The pay was little, the respect was little, and the hours were difficult. Sometimes he was scheduled a late night, then an early morning. Any time he complained to us, we reminded him there was only one way out. (Well two really.) He could look for a different full time job, but without a degree, he would likely end up with a similar job. Or he could go back to school.
After more than a year, he’s decided to go back to school. We encouraged him to look into some schools in Ohio where many of his online friends are living. He’s met with them a couple of times and just loves how well he fits in – unlike here, in our little town of 600.
He balked at first, mainly because of the cost, but we continued to talk it up. We figured if he was with his friends and forced to take care of himself he may actually take the schooling a little more seriously, and feel motivated to do well – otherwise he’d be back home with us.
So last week, he took a road trip to test the waters. He stayed the week with his friends, he checked out the school, and he came home feeling good about it all.
The only thing left to do now is sign up for the classes. With only a few weeks to go, we’re hoping he doesn’t run into any glitches.
Perhaps I should feel sad knowing that my first born may be flying the coop soon, but I’m not. In fact, I couldn’t be happier. This will be good for him. He needs this in more ways than one. He needs friends, he needs freedom and independence, and he needs the confidence that education and knowledge will bring him.
There may be a bunch more letters in the alphabet, but I pray that Plan D will be his ticket!