Top of mind this week was all Eric and his pending college application decisions…applications to high quality schools where I’d be lucky to simply walk the hallowed halls and roll around on their manicured lawns.
My stubborn young man was determined to complete and submit his applications without any “management” oversight. (He did not, however, balk at help with the application fees.)
He also did not want to call on an influential family friend for an Ivy league school reference for one of his applications. He wasn’t confident that he would attend this school if he was accepted to his #1 choice and he didn’t want to embarrass the alum.
He was off to a quick start. He was placed on the wait list by his #1 choice in December. He was then called for interviews with two of his three top choices in January. With these positive signals and his exceptionally strong grades and SAT scores, his expectations were soaring.
And then the interminable wait for two months. Waiting. Waiting. And more waiting.
Yesterday the results came in.
And my Son gets an early start on life’s lessons….and my heart aches for him.
I’m off in two weeks to join him in his visits of schools that want him.
And among all of the visiting parents and students, you won’t find a Father more proud than I am to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his Son.
- Quote – Fay Weldon, English author, essayist and playwright.
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