Have you starting thinking about the future for your kids?
I wonder what they will be doing for a career. Families. Will they have them? A wife and kids? I think about these things and it just boggles my brain. It’s hard to even think about because it seems so far away right now. They’re 17 and 15. It’s an eternity away, right?
But it’s not.
Senior year has body slammed us, D1 and I, and we’re looking at one another wondering, “Oh my gosh, what now?” Even though the year began in September it has really hit us lately. This is it. The last run. We are in our final countdown to homeschool graduation. I’m looking at the graduation ceremony registration with wide eyes and the realization that I need to fill this thing out. Right away.
Are you with me, Momma? Our babies are just about grown up. The future is here, or it’s looming so close and so high that it might be overwhelming. I know that it is for me.
Nine weeks. That’s what we have left. Nine weeks to wrap it up and make the best of what time we have left. It’s short. He goes to the STEM school for three hours a day and comes home for his two remaining subjects. Crazy that that’s what we’re down to.
Last week I helped him with his FAFSA application.
At the same time, during class, his Advanced Manufacturing teacher was helping him and his classmates with a scholarship application. He completed it with two hours to spare. Those essay questions were answered with all the i’s dotted and t’s crossed. His teacher, Mark, and I had a nice talk that day, or, I should say Mark had really nice things to say to me.
“I want you to know that he’s the most conscientious student I have. Safety: he’s got it down. He never forgets a single thing. He’s the go-to guy when any other student has a question about how something works. You need to know that the Autism doesn’t get in his way at all. If anything, it makes him meticulous and his memory is amazing. Now that ADHD is another story. We work on that, keeping him moving through the steps of his project and redirecting him as we need to but he’s doing fine. He’s such a great guy. He’s going to be fine. I just wanted you to know that. He has a good future ahead of him. He’s one of the best welders I’ve got. He will go far even if he doesn’t decide to be a welder forever.”
My heart was bursting with pride. This man gets it. He GETS my son. I can’t even express how thankful I am for him and the time he has put into building up my child.
D1 has decided to go to a certain particular welding school here. He plans to use his scholarship money for that if he gets one, but even if he doesn’t, welding school is the plan. It’s only 10 weeks and it is a guaranteed living wage right out of school.
My almost 18-year-old Autistic son will be able to earn enough money to completely support himself.
He’ll be making more than I do, as a matter of fact.
Hang in there, Momma. It gets better. It gels. It comes together just like reading did when she was 8. In a blink, you’ll be filling out graduation registration forms and choosing what you want her diploma to say and then, suddenly, you’re done.