I had dinner last night at the restaurant where my daughter works. She left her financial planning job and went back to being a waitress. She said she didn't like living on commission and didn't feel like she was really earning her money when she wasn't doing anything physical to earn it. She likes being a waitress in a nice, upscale restaurant. Go figure. She's happy again.
This child of mine is gifted. I was upset when the school decided to label her gifted and put her in special programs. I don't like labels. But she found herself in advanced placement physics and advanced placement art at the same time, so she didn't let their expectations mold her.
I was having dinner there last night with a friend from school. I mean elementary school - I have known this man since we were 5 years old and just starting first grade. We connected at the first class reunion after my divorce and have been good friends since. We have dated, become serious, backed off, become serious, and have stayed good friends all throughout the last 20 years. Our birthdays are two days apart, and no matter what else is going on, we have dinner for our birthdays.
My daughter waited on us. Of course, I always enjoy that. I also enjoy the family discount. Well, my friend does. He always pays and it is not up for discussion, apparently. Dinner was excellent, as always.
My daughter sat down briefly next to me and told me that she and her boyfriend might be getting the internet soon. She mentioned a service other than AOL and asked me if she would get the same stuff. I was a little confused by her question, so I asked her to be more specific. It seems she was concerned that she might not get the same internet that I get.
This was no senior citizen who never used the computer before. This is a 24-year-old who went through one of the best school systems in the country and used a computer through most of classes. I also had to explain that there is one internet, and that the web is the World Wide Web, which is just a part of the internet. I was only a little embarassed. My friend does not use computers either, and he was listening carefully. He is, however, an engineer. Sigh.
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In my experience, the failure begins at conception. But that's just me. It is a long and winding road until you find yourself singing showtunes in the parking lot at the mall to heighten their embarrassment at their lineage. I think it all evens out in the end. Someday, they will put us in a home, or better yet, turn off the life support machines. Enjoy it while you can.
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