Friday, 22 October 2010
A Big Day
Almost fourteen years ago, at the age of three, my eldest son informed me that I didn’t need to bother taking him to his first day of Kindergarten. He already knew what he wanted to be, he told me, so I may as well take him straight to University. Unfortunately, things didn’t quite go his way. He went to Kindergarten and he’s been biding his time ever since.
That day seems like five minutes ago, but today he stepped out of the car to go to school for the last time. My baby is 17, six foot tall and still full of dreams of the future. Since he discovered computers at the age of six, his intention of being an Engineer has morphed into being a Computer Programmer, but he has always resented having to “waste time” at school, doing subjects he didn’t like, when he could be doing what he wanted.
To his credit, he’s never used his lack of enthusiasm for school as an excuse not to work. He’s done well. There have been some good times, of course, some great teachers who have helped him believe in himself – even in subjects not strictly useful to being a programmer! But generally, he’s just been hanging out for this day.
He hasn’t quite finished yet. There’s the Graduation on Monday, a week of study, then the BIG exams, but as far as schooling goes, he’s done. No more lessons, no more assignments, no more packing a lunchbox. Done. He’s a happy lad and his mum’s proud of him.
So why do I feel so blah?