I sent myself an email to remind me to write about it, but it got buried in other messages. As for the answer:
I don’t want her to find her sad place, or at least not to stay there for too long. I don’t want her to let the bastards keep her down.
I don’t want her to use food as a drug.
I don’t want her to be too proud or stubborn to ask for help.
I want her to be more tidy, not because it matters so much to me, but because it’ll matter to people she’ll encounter – roommates, friends and romantic entanglements.
I want her to drive a car with confidence and competence.
I want her to try to avoid senioritis, which I surely had in both high school and college.
I think I want her to find out what she wants to do in life sooner, but I’m not sure. The journey can have value in and of itself. AND work in the 21st century continues to be so different, she’ll probably have several jobs anyway.
I want her to travel much more than I have.
I want her to start saving for retirement earlier than I did.
I hope she can find a faith community that she is comfortable with in her twenties.
i’m sure there’s more, but that’s enough. That question is tough because, ultimately, it’s a dissection of myself as much as anything, and it’s a bit brutalizing, to tell the truth.
But as I’ve noted before, she does already have, for good or ill, a lot of my sensibilities. This parenting thing is every bit as difficult as I thought it’d be.