That Dreaded Learning Curve

Don't you hate it when you get a new phone, computer, car, I don't know, just about anything electronic and you can't use it immediately because you don't know how. It's totally frustrating because you try to run it like you did your old, out-dated, obsolete whatever-you-had and it just won't work the way you're used to. You have to take a few minutes, sit down, actually read the operating manual, and work out the finer details of operating the darned thing because of the dreaded learning curve, the transition of leaving the old behind and learning how to do something new. Basically, you have to catch up with your device.

That's how I feel about my high school graduate. I am terrified of the transition from kid to adult. I've got to catch up and, unlike the devices my husband spoils me with, I have no idea how. How do you be a good mother to grown kids? Some kids just glide right through life's adventures and seem happy enough. Others? I can just tell that life isn't turning out for them the way they thought it would. In fact, they seem a little lost. College seems to help kids with their focus--taking steps toward what they see for themselves in the future. But even if you've got a kid who seems to know where where he/she is going, there are still hard times ahead, especially if they don't feel fulfilled socially, like making progress in relationships that they hope will become permanent--like getting married and getting settled.

I know that's the traditional view, but whether you're gay, straight, whatever, I think that's what most people yearn for--to love and be loved.

My kid has a lot going for him. He's going to college on a scholarship, has a lot of talent that I think will keep him busy and, hopefully, socially engaged. He will probably serve a mission for our church, which I think will do him a world of good. I hope he will learn how to love and sacrifice for others, basically put others before himself. Then what? Seriously, I know people who have 30-year-old unemployed squatters living in their basements who do nothing but play video games, eat their food, and scarcely utter a friendly word to their own parents.

I know, I know. That's a nightmare scenario, but still, this kind of stuff happens!

What happened to you after high school? What did your parents do or not do, or maybe should've done to help you find your way?

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