John has a routine. Count the envelopes. Slit them open. Separate response cards from letters. Read the letters. Return letters to envelopes. Drop by websites of interest for a visit. Share gleanings from the daily dozen with me. "Mom, Bill Watterson went to Kenyon... Mom, I kind of like the University of Rochester. I can design my own major. There are no specified requirements." For a boy who thinks, lives outside the box, this has appeal. "Maybe I'll major in English or Mathematics. Maybe both."
We're in the midst of a shift in this life we dance. I pause on a toe, wait to see where he leads. Offer counsel, bite my tongue. I have a front row seat to new confidence, diligence, expanding horizons. From here the view is heart stopping. And it is fine.
A recent school day. Do all boys tackle every lesson in a clump??
3 comments:
No. All boys do NOT tackle all lessons in a clump. That's one extra-special boy you have! Soak him up while you can!
What an exciting time!! Right?;-)
Oh my-- I remember those days-- not very long ago either. Sometimes, the sheer amount of mail made me feel like I was drowning. Every college sounds like the best place in the world. Eventually you get a more specific idea of what you'd like, though, and things get simpler!
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