So, there we are on vacation in Charleston, the Holy City- a nickname we are challenging arduously at a popular watering hole, with delicious food to boot.
When They arrive. You know the type- the couple who met in college, an experience so transformative that they have looked the same for the past twenty years: college t-shirts, sweatshirts and baseball caps being de rigueur no matter the occasion. And of course, here come the accessories: sad little kids wearing the same school colors, hoping in their heart of hearts to be accepted to mommy and daddy’s university- someday. The Nerderati have landed!
I look over at our kids, sporting the quirky outfits they have chosen for themselves- no pressure to match from us!- and am encouraged. I long ago gave up the absurd notion that these people are predictable combinations of us, their parents- where did they come from, for chrissakes?!?! Anyway, I hear the SAT is out of vogue nowadays… or something… so, that’s a comfort.
This is where positive negativism kicks in: if you don’t push the whole nonsensical college thing, you can only be rewarded with a fortuitous university acceptance- one is plenty! I love a windfall, which I would not get if I were banking on things, like educated offspring. And no, I’m not saying discourage college- no, no. I’m saying, like with all the most important things in life- emotions, relationships, your children’s future- just don’t bring it up! It’ll sort itself out, and if not, there is no one to blame… and don’t buy that guilty for reasons of “omission” stuff- bovine scatology all the way!
So, as I watch the goofball family in the booth next to us, emblazoned in matching garish colors, I can only hope those two boys get into that damned university.