My son is 18 years old, and expects to graduate at the end of this school year, god willing. We have our differences of opinion. He thinks I'm way too strict and way too old. He believes that at 18, he is old enough to make his own decisions. He threatens to move out every week or so and makes it clear that living anywhere else would be preferable to living here with his mother and me. In other words, he's a typical high school senior, as near as I can tell.

And, in his more relaxed moments he admits to being afraid. The next step in his life, as he sees it, is to settle down and raise a family. I try to explain to him that there are a few steps between high school graduation and full blown fatherhood. He doesn't hear what I say. His friends are his important sounding board. And they are all going through the same phase.

I love Bob. He's a good young man. He isn't into drugs. He doesn't agree with his parental units on many levels, but he is willing to help rake the lawn on Saturday mornings. He helps with the dishes. We are at that awkward stage where it's best to stay out of each other's way. This is a short lived time of his life that is very intense. He'll be successful in life. He has all the tools. He has a great way about him. All he needs is a little confidence in himself. And I'd love to help, but right now he doesn't want anything from me. Except for some cash and a car, of course...........
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