Today my just-turned-17-year-old son Josh and I did some college visiting. It was really fun for me being back on my old stomping group - Arizona State University. I loved school, and ASU has gotten even better since I was there in the early 80s. There are 4 - count 'em - 4, Starbucks on campus. The school of business even has their own Starbucks in the lobby. That's training for real life if I've ever seen it.
At each stop on our student-guided tour, I got more and more excited about my son attending ASU. I reminisced all the way through (when the guide wasn't talking of course). "That's where your dad and I met for lunch - well actually he was there while I waited somewhere else." (That happened way too often in the days before cell phones.) I pointed out where I worked on the school paper, the building where I took most of my classes, and the fields where his dad played intermural softball but never won a t-shirt. It was great fun.
At the end of the tour I fully expected my son to be as excited about it all as I was. I was ready to register. Him or me. I didn't care which.
You will never believe what he liked best. Not the 250 options for a major. Not the opportunity for advancing his education. Not the free tutoring. Not the computer lab with free computer repair. Not even the really cool student recreation center with state of the art weights and cardio equipment. No. None of that.
He liked the dorm room best.
Huh? (heavy sigh)
So, I guess we'll take it slow. God is still working on this boy, and I need to remember that at 17 I wasn't sure of what I wanted to do either. But Josh does have it narrowed down at least to being a chef, or going into business, or music, or full-time ministry. They are all on his "radar" as he puts it.
I also need to be careful to back up a bit when talking with him. I just keep forgetting he's basically an adult, and needs to make his own decisions. At some point, his dad and I need to move from coach to counselor and I think we are very near that line. Josh loves us so much that I'm afraid we could guilt him into making a decision that would please us more than him.
Yes, we'll take it slow, and I'll ask more questions, than I'll offer advice. Maybe I'll get to know my son better if I'm not talking quite so much. This could be a learning experience for all of us.
In His Love,