Is your son or daughter at senior week, leaving you in abject fear? Andrew Ratner, our Guest Dad for Father's Day Tuesday, can relate. (He's Today editor at the Sun, and also writes a column on blogs.) Here's his post:
When I informed my colleagues about what I was going through this week, they reacted with a mix of sympathy and apprehension. My daughter is at "senior week" in Ocean City.
One co-worker said his son returned a few years ago with a mohawk hairdo, and though that colleague has a wry sense of humor, I don't think he was kidding.
Of all the "customs" I've adopted since moving to Maryland nearly 25 years ago -- rooting for the Orioles', eating crabs, visiting Hampden's holiday light show -- "senior week" is one I can't quite fathom. You get about a day to savor the pride and joy of seeing your child graduate from high school, only to be gripped with concern about how they'll make it through the following week downy oshun, like some kind of reverse parent boot camp.
Not having graduated from high school here, I went on Web sites like YouTube and flickr trying to "learn" what I could beforehand about the tradition, but perhaps thankfully, there wasn't all that much to be seen. Parents who've been through it describe it as through something to "survive."
There's always the option of forbidding your child from going, but if they're going away to college in a few months, that approach won't work for long.
I guess senior week -- or "June week" as it's sometimes called -- is like countless other tests of parenthood, only with the risk factor turned up several notches. Ultimately, you have to hope you gave your child the tools they'll need to cope in the world they're about to enter, even if it includes booze, boys and eight lanes of highway coursing through the middle.