Miracle Max

Well, A- had his trip across the stage last night at commencement. It was most-definitely a proud moment. We took pictures, hugged, reminisced, and cried.

Of course, now that he's an adult and venturing out into the real world (college actually, where he'll discover that he's still at least 4 years away from the real world), what's A- going to do today?

Here in the Old Line State, the high school seniors - and by extension the parents - have a most unusual tradition. Immediately after graduation, all the kids pack their bags, grab their boogie boards, slather on the sun block, and head on down to "Senior Week" in Ocean City, Maryland.

It really is lunacy on the parent's part. After 18 years of watching what they eat, enforcing curfews, setting limits, basically trying to control their every move, we say, "OK all you 18-year-old kids, go on down to the ocean for your first unsupervised trip away from home. Spend a week down there in tight bathing suits, lying in the sun, and living totally unsupervised with members of the opposite sex. Have a great time. Be sure to brush your teeth."

Of course, the folks down in Ocean City try hard to provide ample information to the kids and assurances to the parents. I found the link on the Ocean City Senior Week website.

So off A- goes with three of his best buddies to share a house with 3 girls. This'll be the longest time he's lived without any adult supervision.

As Miracle Max and his bride, Valerie, once said:
"Goodbye, boys. Have fun storming the castle."
"Do you think it'll work?"
"It'll be a miracle."

K-