Big one applied for university last week. She applied to three schools and all indicators are that she will be accepted to each of them and will need to make a choice.
She is smart, works hard, and she is ready to go. Just as she should be. But how does it happen? When did she get so big? And mature? And ready to move on? And when did she decide it was okay to break her poor mom’s heart. She wants to go for all the right reasons. To learn, to live, to achieve.
We raised her to be confident, and curious, and happy. And to never be afraid of change or challenge.
I didn’t think she was really listening.
Go, Big One, Go.