I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. My 18-year-old daughter is going to college in August.
I’ve failed to teach her a few critical life skills. I certainly won’t win the “Mother of the Year” award.
She can’t fry an egg. Seriously. Burns them. Every. Time.
She doesn’t know how to hand sew an invisible hem. Okay. Maybe this isn’t the most relevant skill these days but when you need to do it, it is a great skill to have.
I haven’t taught her to iron clothes. She’ll struggle when she has to do this someday and will probably burn a hole in something the first time she tries. --Don’t tell her I said this.
She is good at reading the room. Her emotional intelligence skills are AH-MAY-ZING!
She knows how to Google things and YouTube videos will be her “go to” if she can’t reach me via text. (Heaven, forbid she call me for a phone conversation. Kids don’t do that these days.)
She’s smart, hardworking, a problem solver, resourceful and decisive, creative, self-aware, empathetic, has boundaries and communicates them with ease. She’s light years ahead of where I was at this age.
One of her favorite phrases is, “Oh, Mylanta.” Another is, “I’m taking a nap.”
When she was in preschool, the teacher told me she had “sass.” Yep. She has that. Buckets and buckets of sass.
What’s my point?
She’s about to launch and the time went so fast.
Don’t wait.
“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.” (a Chinese Proverb)