Growin’ Up

Remember the movie scenes wherein prospective parents generate fantasies about their hypothetical children? “When she grows up, she’ll be an all-star softball player!” “When he grows up, he’ll be a ballet dancer!” I don’t think Margaret and I ever stated this explicitly in our newlywed conversations, but we both have upheld an unstated vow to make sure our children know that we love them very much and that we admire and respect their accomplishments — even when that makes them roll their eyes and shuffle their feet. Well, the last week has crowned all of Margaret’s and my parental fantasies with radiant affirmation.
 
As I said yesterday, on Saturday Josiah successfully defended his senior project at Marlboro College (his “Plan,” in Marlboro-speak; it always sounds to me as though they’re preparing tomorrow’s Hannibal Smiths). Yesterday, we got an email from the Interlochen Arts Academy, offering Pippa admission in their visual arts program, starting in the fall of this year. Today, Nate will defend his pre-dissertation exams in the University of Michigan doctoral program in music theory.
 
Anyone who has read here more often than occasionally has seen me marvel at our children’s accomplishments; I’m especially captivated at the convergence of these developments. Margaret and I may be in a difficult spot right now, maybe for a year, maybe more, maybe not at all — but we will brook no impediment to our children’s learning to soar to the limit of their capacities (“and beyond!” adds Buzz Lightyear).
 
I chose the headline title not because Nate and Si and Pippa are moving on to adult estate, but because I realize this morning that I am gradually moving out of my active role as “father-of-children,” and that’s OK, that’s what happens when families grow up. Thanks Nate, and Si, and Pippa, and Jennifer; thanks, Margaret my sweetheart. I’m so proud of you all.
 

AKMA walking into the sunset

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7 Responses to Growin’ Up

  1. Mom says:

    AMEN!!! I am proud of them all AND you!

  2. e says:

    than which there is NO greater blessing. and all in the arts, too! (heehee)

  3. Brooke says:

    A remarkable pic, there, and a splendid fit for the post.

  4. e says:

    is the wonderful pic credited? did i miss it?

    (psst! it’s pippa’s!)

  5. Holly says:

    Must run in the family. Every time Mom or Daddy say/said they are/were “proud” of me, it slays/slayed me. I knew I was adored and loved every single day with all that they have/had to give, but the PRIDE thing…..I guess I just never expected it?
    Good on you two. They are great kids.

  6. Susie says:

    This made me teary… I hope and plan to be as publicly proud of our kids as you are.

  7. Beth says:

    Given the fantastic main content of this post, my comment is entirely beside the point… but I’d just like to reiterate how much I value your proclivity for saying “she” will play softball and “he” will be a dancer. Every so often as I stand at the altar, I think “I couldn’t do it without looking selfishly political, but it would be nice to hear ‘daughters and sons’ rather than ‘sons and daughters’ again once in a while.” Thanks for taking all those split seconds to turn gender expectations on their heads.

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