Yesterday my husband and I drove into a nearby city to bring some things to our son. As I begin this entry, our son is sitting down to take a final in one of his pre-term classes. The timing of our delivery may have been unwise but, nevertheless, we brought him curtain rods and hemmed curtains for one room, a hoya plant to enliven one corner of that room, and a few more things.
Our son's arrival in the graduate program marks a strong step in his life. He has worked hard to get to this place, not only in academic programs, but in understanding his relationships in many areas of his life.
I find it difficult to adequately notice and name what this means to me because I am almost overwhelmed with joy, amazement and gratitude. Joy, because the program appears to be an excellent fit for his passions; amazement, because he is there; and deep gratitude that his father and I have made significant contributions in blood, sweat, and tears to this end.
Our son's arrival in the graduate program marks a strong step in his life. He has worked hard to get to this place, not only in academic programs, but in understanding his relationships in many areas of his life.
I find it difficult to adequately notice and name what this means to me because I am almost overwhelmed with joy, amazement and gratitude. Joy, because the program appears to be an excellent fit for his passions; amazement, because he is there; and deep gratitude that his father and I have made significant contributions in blood, sweat, and tears to this end.
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