My college kid is in Guatemala for January break trying to be immersed in the language and come home fluent. Yay her.
It’s a January term project for which she receives college credit – if she lives and doesn’t end up sold into sex slavery or decapitated or heroin addicted or bound and gagged in a trunk of an old Dodge Dart. It’s just a thought, from her mom and dad’s couch potato, mid-life crisis CNN, CSI, Criminial Minds, Law & Order world.
She found this little known, non-college affiliated program on a search engine called “Google.” Ever hear of it?
I’m sure the program has been fully vetted and is as safe as safe can be. Except, when we asked trusty, reliable, grab-the-world-by-the-balls world traveling cousin who happens to be a hot shot in the Peace Corp if he could give us a long list contacts there, he replied,
“Guatemala? Oh, the Peace Corp pulled out of there years ago. Too unstable, too violent.”
Nice. Thanks for sharing.
The same guy hosted Kid1 last year right before the Spring Uprising the set into motion freeing that part of the world. Nothing says travel abroad like political upheaval.
It’s the teen parenting version of been-there, done-that faux pas. Similar to when experienced moms share pregnancy horror stories to naive, wide-eyed hugely pregnant first timers that have no idea what’s in store for them. Oh, the good ol’ days.
Rather Attractive Husband and I are terrified, and check Facebook obsessively for updates. But here’s the kicker: we remain, proud parents of this very naive, dumb as a rock, brilliant daughter of ours and here’s why:
This past holiday season brought an engagement to a very VERY young branch of our family sapling.
Which is nice (which I say only because I know MIL is reading this) but somewhat premature and fricking STUPID in my not-so-humble opinion (in case she’s not reading this). GO LIVE A LIFE already; there’s plenty of time to drive around suburbia in a mini-van, why rush it??? Get a job! Get an apartment! Take a subway! Put your feet in the ocean! Eat chocolate covered mango in Guatemala!
The potential bride and groom will have none of that. She wanted only a Pillow Pet for Christmas. You read that correctly.
“Um, if you want a Pillow Pet for Christmas at 19, perhaps you may be just a little too young to play house,” commented not-so-naive Kid3.
This kid of ours didn’t want a pillow pet, or a diamond ring, (but would absolutely be open to the idea of a boyfriend — that I have no doubt about.)
In fact, this kid of ours, this dumb, naive, trusting, no-sense-of-direction Kid1 of ours: she discovered, paid for, and traveled to a part of the world the Peace Corp shies away from.
No Pillow Pet.
And we couldn’t be prouder.