I don’t know; I said when asked where I wanted my daughter to go to college.
Taken aback, my mom said, “I always had an opinion on what I wanted for you kids.”
I know what she meant, she wanted us close and safe and happy. And of course, I want all of that for my daughter.
“Every college is a plane trip and time zones away. So close isn’t possible.”
“So location aside, where do you want her to go?”
I don’t know; I say again. My ideas might be entirely wrong, so I have to go with what and where she feels is best.
My mom looks at me and shakes her head, wondering how in the world I could be her child. She has adhered to the belief that if a parent sets up expectations and provides consistent support towards those expectations, then the outcome will be the expectation. This philosophy has merit, and I’ve attempted it.
One clear expectation was to become an independent thinker. I’m afraid my daughter took to that idea. She’s reaching to places that are far from home. And that’s good. I keep telling myself.
It’s her life; she needs to make choices and create her expectations and failures. And that’s good. I keep telling myself.
She knows she has support at home if needed. That allows her to reach beyond. I am thankful she can and has the bravery to try. And that’s good. I keep telling myself.
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