Friday, March 17, 2006
The twenty-something-year-old harp. An historian friend of mine argues that the concept of kids moving out by eighteen (or thereabouts) is a relatively new one. Far more prevalent throughout history has been offspring (and their offspring) living together over the span of multi decades. Great. But that doesn't solve my particular dilemma that I don't want my kids living with me. They seem ill-equipped to tend my garden nor do I see them spoon-feeding me mashed peas in some future state of dementia that I hope never to reach. That's why we've paid the big bucks: for soul enriching summer camps, body-building soccer clubs, mind-expanding tutoring, trips abroad, SAT prepping, etc... all in the name of making sure they become self-sustaining individuals who don't live in our basements at age twenty-five.
Connections help. Getting your kids out of your basements is infinitely easier if the parent(s) have connections. The daughter, for instance, just landed a great paid summer internship at a well-known Boston-based PR firm. She is extremely qualified for the job and they loved her. However.... she probably wouldn't have gotten in the door without a connection. Can we connect the son? As long as he doesn't have to email anyone (write) and can instead call them on the phone He might be ok then Even better would be if potential employers (preferably female) could meet him in person and see his big, beautiful blue eyes.
Meanwhile, the son just spent his spring break baking his ass in Jamaica for a week while the daughter (during her spring break), spent her time assuring a summer internship. Which isn't to say that the son won't pull it all out at the end (his usual way of doing business), but at this point it is nerve-wracking at best.
And then fluke things happen. The star child of our town, a young, poised, smart, beautiful college student interning in London just took a weekend jaunt to Venice, Italy. And what did she do in her drunken stupor? She jumped into the Venice Canal. Unsafe sex with six different partners would probably have been more hygenic .... Which is to say, you never know how life will turn out for anyone.
Connections help. Getting your kids out of your basements is infinitely easier if the parent(s) have connections. The daughter, for instance, just landed a great paid summer internship at a well-known Boston-based PR firm. She is extremely qualified for the job and they loved her. However.... she probably wouldn't have gotten in the door without a connection. Can we connect the son? As long as he doesn't have to email anyone (write) and can instead call them on the phone He might be ok then Even better would be if potential employers (preferably female) could meet him in person and see his big, beautiful blue eyes.
Meanwhile, the son just spent his spring break baking his ass in Jamaica for a week while the daughter (during her spring break), spent her time assuring a summer internship. Which isn't to say that the son won't pull it all out at the end (his usual way of doing business), but at this point it is nerve-wracking at best.
And then fluke things happen. The star child of our town, a young, poised, smart, beautiful college student interning in London just took a weekend jaunt to Venice, Italy. And what did she do in her drunken stupor? She jumped into the Venice Canal. Unsafe sex with six different partners would probably have been more hygenic .... Which is to say, you never know how life will turn out for anyone.
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