I made our first set of college visiting appointments. This
year, being her junior year, and having a mom like me, we are using every long
weekend to visit colleges. So I took her list, looked at the schools in the
geographic area we want to cover in October, did my best to make an itinerary
that won’t kill us (can’t promise anything) and made appointments.
As I was doing all of this, I started thinking about the
significance of what we are doing. She’d old enough to start considering
colleges. She’s old enough to start considering her life after high school
graduation. How did that happen?
There are many things I want for my daughter, but the number
one thing is for her to be happy. And that means having the freedom and ability
to choose her own path. I’ve never asked for perfection, and have ALWAYS
clarified my expectations with her—you don’t need perfect grades, you need
grades that reflect the best of your abilities. Sometimes she succeeds and
other times she fails. That’s part of life. But as I’ve told her many, many
times, I want her to have as many options open to her as possible, and in order
to do that, she needs to try as hard as she can and always do her best. I think
we’re succeeding, basically.
When things have gotten rough, either with her friends or
her classes or just with life as a teenager, I have reminded her that her goal
is the same—to do what she wants with her future. It’s a long-term goal and one
that hopefully helps her rise above the daily stressors and focus on where she
wants to be later in life. College is one of the things that will allow her to
escape from the “here.”
In the next year and a half, her life is going to be one big
ball of stress. And it’s going to be compounded by others—classmates who talk
incessantly about grades and test scores, adults who talk incessantly about
grades and test scores, people who ask what her plans are or whether she’s
getting tutored for this test, that test or a completely different thing we
hadn’t considered. As with every single stage of her life, there will be people
who over-dramatize everything. And as with every stage of her life, I hope to
step back and remind her and me that it’s a big step, but it’s the NEXT step.
It’s the next step in a logical progression, based on her current abilities and
dreams. We’re not going from Kindergarten to college. We’re not expecting
something she has no hope of being able to achieve.
And on my part, I’m not going to play into everyone else’s
hands. She’s old enough to begin this journey. It’s her journey, not mine. My
hopes and dreams for her are nice, but they’re pretty irrelevant. So I won’t be
talking about specifics. I won’t be telling people her test scores or her
grades or even what specific colleges she’s looking at. Those announcements are
up to her.
Because this is the opening chapter of her story. And it’s
her story to tell.