You know, I love my daughter. I don't want anything bad to happen to her when she is outside my range of protection. So I'm sorta thinking that her going to a far-away college is a bad idea. We still have a little time to think about it, though, with her being four years old still and all.
But thankfully, I found a handy-dandy article about what to do with grown daughters that is pretty helpful. I mean, I could use this as a guide if Rose hasn't landed a husband by the time she's 18. One good suggestion would be to get together with other Christian families and start match-making. Adult children don't need time and space to make up their own minds, or meet their own spouses and decide for themselves. Bah. Free will is like, really over-rated.
Another thing I could do is to find good volunteering opportunities that would lead (somehow) to her meeting Prince Charming. Like signing her up to clip toenails of the old people in the nursing home! No, really. It's in the article, and besides, acts of Christian service are important in our community. Not to mention, I need to guard my daughter's virginity really, really well and old people? They're never sexual, and old men never attack young women. So there you go. Nursing home. Toenails. I'm sure my daughter would be really likely to meet the man of her dreams that way.
If she doesn't, that's ok. I can keep her as my perpetual (Christian) servant and make her homeschool my younger children. Doggone it, I don't have younger children. Well, I'll think of something. Housework, errands and assorted chores were on the to-do list. I will be pushing 60 when she is in her early 20's, so I'm thinking this will be my retirement. Ahhh.
One caveat: whatever you do, don't let your girls actually work. That's the big Truth with a capital 'T" I came away with. If you let your daughter work, she'll start to earn money. And she might like that. She might also realize that, you know, she's an adult and then she'll start making her own decisions. That would be very bad.
Seriously. I don't know how long this article has been around, but it's Crazy Comment Monday-worthy. All hail the craziness.