Welcome to the wonderful world of gray hair, stress, and worry, Moeb. While it may seem easy for the next several years, those three factors increase in direct proportion to a child's age, particularly as they reach 17-18 years of age. It is the family equivilent of simply letting go, culminating in for all practical purposes what amounts to one of those group cohesiveness tests where you fall back with your eyes closed into the arms of another person, trusting them to catch you. Not to say parenthood is a bed of nails, but after so many years of emotional, financial, and psychological investment it is agony to just let them go and live their lives and make their own mistakes.
Enjoy these few short years when you are a god to this child; where what you say is law and the gospel truth, where even the most banal and mundane action such as shaving is the object of intense scrutiny and imitation, where your knowledge of anything is encyclopediatic and utterly encompassing, and where your feet are made of carbide steel rather than the clay you know yourself to be built from.
Congratulations, Moeb. From one grizzled parent to a newly minted one, I offer my most sincere and fervent best wishes. Children are a blessing and a joy beyond compare.
Totem