Farewell to College

The big happy smile said it all. Finally the exams were over. The weeks and months of stress, tears, frustration and boredom. If all goes well Angel will never need to sit another exam again, at least not for a College course.

For me it's been a chance to briefly reclaim my motherhood hat before my eldest heads out into the wider world. I've been working hard to help her. Everything possible was done to keep life at home as calm as possible. Each day I watched and weighed how the studying was going. Offered cups of tea - not so many as to be annoying, but enough to show I cared. Random treats were added to the supermarket trolley. Anyone for Battenberg? Trips arranged to the cinema and the hairdressers, to break up the studying schedule.

There was lots of encouraging and listening. The proper kind, where you stop everything and give your child your full attention.

And can I tell you a guilty secret? I greedily relished every minute. It might be the last chance I get to do a bit of 'normal' parenting.

And how did she celebrate the end of her exams? By proudly heading across the road to the polling station to cast her vote in a referendum. She has always voted. She comes from a household where politics is served up as a side dish with the Sunday roast. But this time she was joined by many of her friends. All fired up by the ideal of equality for all, for the chance to make life fairer and better for their gay friends, neighbours and family members. I hope they get the result they want. After a takeaway she headed off to her current job as a gymnastics coach, helping young girls to fulfil their dreams. I am very proud of her.



You think that your children don't listen to you, but they do.

You think that your words and your passions don't have any effect. But they do.

You think that they don't care about the things that you care about. But they do.

Despite a head for figures, she is not tempted by a career in high finance. She wants to change the world, she wants to make a difference, she wants to help people. And I'll be cheering her on, from my armchair, or more likely, the kitchen sink. My job is almost done.


8 comments:

  1. Brought tears to my eyes! Being a mum is so difficult, and yet so rewarding. How lucky are we?! Sounds like you have done an amazing job of it ๐Ÿ˜‰ x

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    1. Oh I don't know about that! But, yes, we are lucky x

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  2. She will change the world. You are rightly proud. X

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  3. I've been reading about Angel since I started reading your blog over 4 years ago. When I imagine how I'd like my DD to grow up, your Angel is one of the role models I think of. You are rightly proud of her, she's a star.

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    1. That is such a lovely thing to say, thank you so much xx

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