in a few hours,
you'll step lively from childhood
and all familiar stomping grounds,
leaving our expectations casually in the old backpack
and you will declare yourself grown-up
with a final toss of the cap to the wind.
with a mountain of do's and don'ts
a river of this and that
handed down from mother to daughter
father to son
generation after generation
protecting names and fortunes
so you could get to this moment with ease.
Your father and I are sending you out
with a prayer:
that you continue to grow
responsible and hard-working
You know a few things, most of which will not help you during stormy nights because you never have been alone before to fight fear and loneliness, even disappointment, a simple thing, like when friends forget to pick you up. You had never doubted the loyalty of friends before. Now, all of you away from home, you will anticipate eating what and when you want; going to bed past bedtime, and having freedoms you never had at home.
We're proud of you!
We're behind you
All this translates into three words: Don't F- Up!
(Guess what? You are bound to F-UP! sometimes. Know that humans do it without trying.)
But try to open that expectation backpack at least once a week. There, you will be reminded of what you should become, if you choose to become.
In all honesty? Don't waste your time and your family's fortune if you are going to F-Up. Just say so and save everyone future grief.
After all, this is your life. And now, you're fully in charge.
(You do know that we are all rooting for you, and watching out for you!)
Love you always,
Mom and Dad
and Grandpa and Grandma
and Auntie Anne
and Uncle Bill
and Cousins Jim and Joe,
and all our neighbors for whom you babysat and housesat, and delivered papers to.
(Don't forget to call us often. Even if it is for money needs.)