Today I am making macaroons, of the American coconut variety, for my older son who graduates high school in two months. I have been telling everyone around me I won’t be one of those parents crying at the graduation ceremony; instead you may find me doing cartwheels across the football field. But the closer we get, the more weepy I feel. I see a Facebook post about Senior year coming to a close or a reminder about caps and gowns and the tears start flowing. I might not be able to wear mascara for the next two months.
Yesterday, I saw a video someone posted on Facebook of seals being released into the sea. And I cried. Those little guys awkwardly flopping/hopping across the sand to somehow miraculously dive smoothly into the ocean. They were hit by a few waves but kept going until they hit their stride. Isn’t that just how our young adults are? Awkwardly flopping towards adulthood and as much as we want to help them and push them along their way, they will find their stride all on their own. Setbacks will come, waves will hit them, but they will swim merrily into adulthood whether we are ready or not.
If this batch of macaroons is a bit salty today, sorry. I think I shed an extra tear or two making them.
* recipe from David Lebovitz http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2005/06/an-american-mac-1/