Alec was planning on working this fall. Despite his high school graduation next month, and university graduation in a few weeks where he will earn his Associate's Degree, he didn't really feel the need to move away to college just yet. Strike that. He desperately wants to move away. I was like that at Eighteen, too.
But I think the huge financial requirement of full-time college is weighing pretty heavily on him. His plan was to work for a while, sock away some money, and then college. He wants to be an engineer, smart boy. I was smart at Eighteen, too.
Over the weekend, his plans abruptly changed when, as a result of his gold medal (gold medal!) in the Science Olympiad, he won a decent little scholarship. Today, we visited the campus and talked with the engineering advisors. He's pretty stoked. I loved seeing his excitement, his enthusiasm, and his nervousness. I was like that at Eighteen, too.
In the middle of my reminiscing and nostalgia, I realized that I was entering a new phase in life. I'm going to start losing children. My family will be shrinking instead of growing. I've known this was coming, of course, but I wasn't planning on it coming up so quickly. My own age is slapping me in the face when I try to feel like Eighteen. What happened to the youthful, energetic, talented, smart, I-can-do-anything me? I think my mom felt like that when I was Eighteen, too.