Showing posts with label teenager. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teenager. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Graduated!

Blue sky 90 degree day.
1000 people under a white tent on a green field.
107 students in caps and gowns.
Red roses.  Green covered diplomas.
Beloved Child
Proud Mama.


     And so, it is done.   An exhausting month of Senior project, presentations and preparations for graduation and now it is finished.  Beloved Child says it feels "surreal" that it is over now.  All of the build up and preparation and seemingly, in an instant, it is done.   The speeches have been heard, the awards received and the applause given.  Celebratory meals have been consumed, thank you notes have been written and Grandma is on her way back home.  Beloved Child is so very tired.   It is now time to rest and reflect, at least for a few days.

   It is very odd, after this whole year of preparing for "the end" to have it finally arrive.   I wonder if this is the last time she will live at home for any length of time.   From now on she will choose whether I know about her classes or her grades or even her friends.   I hardly know what to say or write.

   I marvel that I have raised a child to this point in her life.  
 She has wings.  
  Fly safe, Beloved Child.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

A Week and a Decision

Last Saturday we were at UNH for an Accepted Students event.   Walking onto the campus, Beloved Child says, "This is prettier than I thought."  Inside my head I was cheering but saying nothing aloud, because I did not want to jinx it.  UNH is the school she did not want to apply to EVER.  UNH is the school she was not going to go to NO MATTER WHAT!   UNH was the safety school that I MADE her apply to in case nothing else worked out.  UNH has almost everything she wants in a school except that it is in NH. 

     She was down to 5 schools to decide from by May 1st, which is "Send in your Money Day" at all colleges.   We had waited to go to this event because in truth, she did not want UNH on her list.  It was a good visit. We were the only people there to visit with the professor from her major, so it was a one on one conversation about the classes, the opportunities and her interests.  We had lunch in one of the dining halls, walked across the main campus where trees were starting to blossom and the grass was turning green.

     We came home and she was pleased but non-committal regarding her decision.   We had plans to go to Florida the next Friday to look at one more school, a very small liberal arts college on the sea coast.  She wanted to see it before she could come to any final choice and then,   (cue music of doom)

    the car she drives needed to be inspected before it could be re-registered for another year.  It is 40 dollars to have it inspected, whether or not it passes.  Our deal has been that if she wanted to drive the car that inspections, registration and small repairs (the only kind worth doing on a car so old) are up to her to finance.   Monday, the car went to the shop and the car guy told her that it would pass BUT (always a catch) she absolutely had to buy tires right away.    She came home and started to look for cheap tires on the internet.  I said that was not going to work, as you cannot just have tires delivered from Amazon. They have to be put on, balanced etc. and that she was looking at a minimum of $400.
Tears ensued. "I hate thinking about money!" "I hate that everything costs so much."    Again, we talked about choices.  I said that if we did not go to Florida to see the school that I could give her the money we would have used for the trip and she could put tires on or she could not get tires and have the money in her account for other things she wanted but not have a car to drive.  We talked through her tears about what going to UNH would mean in terms of finances (more choices, no debt) and what it would mean to go to a smaller, private liberal arts school (fewer choices and less discretionary money for travel programs). She had envisioned herself at a "good school", a "mini-Ivy" of some sort and looking at the school she was never going to go to was a struggle.
     She likes the options at UNH, she liked what she saw of her program, she loves the travel possibilities.   She asked "You won't just come and visit me, will you?"   And I assured her that I would only visit if I called first and asked if I could take her to dinner. (I am not likely to drive the hour and a half just on a whim)  She wants the "away" experience, even if she is still in our home state.
     In the end, she said, "I'll go to UNH."  There was some resignation and reluctance.  There was a hint of relief. As the week has gone by, I think there might even be some excitement creeping in.    I sent the check.  She will send in her dorm request and pick an orientation date.   Beloved Child is going to college in the Fall and now we know where.
               Her wings have a destination now, and she will be building a new nest. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A Mother's Heart

I need to talk to you soon.

These are the words that strike terror into a mother's heart.  Are you sick?  Are you pregnant?  Are you arrested?  The mind shoots into problem solving for a tragedy mode.

    I received a Facebook message from my daughter last night with those 7 words.  No details.  No explanation or other information.  I immediately wrote back and outlined my schedule for today including that she could call me in the night, wake me at 5 a.m., that I would come home early from work to talk with her by phone or Skype (remember, she is in Spain). 

   Needless to say, I slept poorly, wondering what was going on 3500 miles away. Was I going to need to fly to Spain today?  Was she coming home early?  (I can hear her exasperated sigh now)    When I got up and checked my email this morning, she said, "I just had a scheduling problem."   Really?  A scheduling problem?  For school?  Next term that doesn't start until after Thanksgiving?   Thanks a lot.

    Why doesn't she know that those words "I need to talk with you soon" are reserved for crises?  I shudder when I hear those words from my own parent, or my boss or anyone else who has power in my life.  They are words that are to me, harbingers of doom.

   So, her scheduling problem has been resolved.  I am not flying to Spain.  My heart stopped pounding.   Someday when she has a child, she will understand.