Senior Year Book
We need to talk about this being Aidan’s Senior year of high school.
This isn’t going to be a grief filled post about how I wish we were looking at colleges and preparing for him to leave. Nor is it going to be a sappy look how hard he’s worked and how much he’s accomplished kind of post.
This is a post about how I’m either the best mother in the world or the worst. Aidan has left me very confused and I’m not prone to middle ground.
Most Year Books consists of sappy quotes and thank-yous to friends and family. Liam got the Senior Superlative for being Most Intelligent. I need to take credit for that because this post goes downhill fast.
In his Senior Year Book, Liam thanks toast. And butter. And knives. And Obama. No heart warming anything for me. Well, that’s Liam and we know he’s a smart ass and because he gets that from me, I adore him anyway.
But Aidan, he’s my love bug. He pulls me in for forehead kisses. Smiles when our noses touch. Plays with my hair when he sits behind me in the van. I felt pretty confident that his Senior Year Book would mention me fondly.
We sat down several times with Aidan and talked about Year Books, read through some entries, and gave him some subtle suggestions. THANKS MOM DAD. I LOVE YOU MOM. I LOVE FAMILY.
Then we made the major mistake of reading Liam’s entry. When we asked Aidan what he’d like to write, he said THANK-YOU CHOCOLATE STEAMED PUDDING.
(Side not: This is a fancy family dessert that is served only at Thanksgiving and Christmas and the recipe came over on the Mayflower or Noah’s Ark or the floating door with Rose from the Titanic or something and it’s in the Constitution that it’s the best dessert ever.)
I know what you’re thinking…are you SURE Aidan meant to say that?
So I did what any good Speech Language Therapist would do and what I generally rail against as a parent. I tested him.
Aidan, you could say, SCHOOL FRIENDS TEACHERS BUS FUN or I LOVE YOU MOM or THANKS FAMILY.
We had this conversation over the course of three days and offered other suggestions along with opportunities to just add something to his ridiculous message. Finally, on the day the entry was due, I asked Aidan if this was his final message. YES. Are you trying to be funny like your brother?
You guys, believe me when I tell you this. He smirked. No joke. Then said YES.
At that point I did what every fiber of my being didn’t want to do. I submitted his entry as is.
So you tell me…am I the worst mother ever because I get nary a mention from two out of two of my children in this big moment? Or am I the best mother ever because I let Aidan speak for himself?
THANK-YOU CHOCOLATE STEAMED PUDDING.
This kid. I love him so. And his Senior picture….