My son graduates from college in June.
Oddly, I’m not overwhelmed by the usual “Where Has The Time Gone, Only Yesterday He Had No Hair.”
Instead I’m repopulating my imagination with his future world. Factually, this involves a job on Wall Street, as an editor for an international news service startup. Don’t know yet where he will be living. Don’t know whether he will have to walk up dark stairs, eat ramen, and face Sunday afternoons alone. Or whether he’ll figure out his slow cooker, find comfort in subway rumbles, and rumpus with glamorous buddies.
No matter what – I need to start sketching possibilities to deal with the Kid Alarm.
Those of you with children know the Kid Alarm, right? The one that goes off, with no warning, “Ding Ding Ding! Where are my children?” Babies set off the bell upon arrival. In the early days, the alarm is almost constant. “Where is my baby? Oh, in my arms. Where is my baby? Oh, asleep next to me. Where is my baby? In the other room, at a friend’s house, in college.”
Apparently when my son was little, one night I woke up and said, “Where’s the baby?” When reminded he was right there, in the bed, I said, “No, where’s the rest of him?”
These things aren’t rational.
As kids grow up, our alarm rings intermittently, but still without warning. I might be walking down cubicle corridors, in full work mode, and to my mind unbidden comes, “Where are my children?” I am recalibrating the answer, boy child mode.
If I can envision, just a bit, where he might be, the alarm quiets. Same is true for my daughter of course. And once I know where my children are, I can be useful. Which has been my sturdy goal all along. Maybe yours too.
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