I hate filling out the bottomless first-day packets for sure, but that shouldn’t be enough to stress me out—it does seem unnecessary however in this digital day and age.
He was already in his sophomore year, the tears surprised me. He’s been busy growing up at college. Without me. And he’s doing a damn good job of it.
Reality sets in when your kid slides behind the wheel. Having a teen driver can turn a laid-back parent into a hand-wringing, nail-biting nervous nelly.
You’re armed with your college acceptance letters but now how do you choose your college with the knowledge that it’s the best choice for you?
My daughter needed to know what’s happening, when. Change of plans agitated her; then she’d wonder what if it doesn’t go as planned? What if something goes wrong? Or if plans did change—why? What was wrong?