We attended a discussion led by an admissions officer, who spoke passionately about the blend of students at a particular college. This diversity in backgrounds and interests fosters an invigorating environment where students inspire one another to excel. Throughout this visit, I found myself consistently urging (okay, nagging) my daughter to seize the incredible opportunities that college presents.
She’s primarily interested in small liberal arts colleges—the same type I attended. I can’t help but extol their virtues, even while she rolls her eyes and says, “Mom, I’m already sold on liberal arts schools.”
I was excited for her to dive into everything—lazy afternoons on the grassy quad, reading beneath trees, spirited late-night discussions, and singing along to folk music. As we strolled through the campus and peeked into dorms, I couldn’t resist pointing out colorful flyers for glee clubs and dance competitions, activities I knew she’d love but felt too busy for in high school. Plus, there were more liberal political clubs than her school back home offers.
“Yes, Mom, I see,” she replied, gently swatting my hand away from the flyers for what felt like the hundredth time while the tour guide continued to speak.
To be honest, my concern about what she does in college is minimal. Ultimately, she’s a proactive individual with values I admire, and I trust that she’ll embrace great opportunities wherever she goes. What occupies my mind more are my own selfish feelings of nostalgia for the choices I once had—being the target audience for every flyer shouting, “Choose me! Choose me!”
After the tour, we hurried home for my first rehearsal with a new choir. On the car ride, fueled by Broadway show tunes, we chatted about her excitement for the school’s renowned guest speakers, study abroad programs, and its diverse student body. Once I stepped into the choir practice, however, I was met with a different reality: a sea of silver hair, sweater sets, and polyester slacks. A sigh escaped my lips. Where were the youthful ideas, the idealism, the banter? Oh wait—this was my daughter’s new world, not mine.
As we began to sing, chatter filled the air between phrases. I learned that the woman beside me taught music at a local Christian school, showcasing the diversity of thought and impressive skills present. I quickly realized that my break from choral singing would require a bit of relearning; I hadn’t sung in a choir consistently since high school. The thrill of harmonies surrounded me, yet each phrase took longer to process than I remembered. My previous years of singing felt distant as the night wore on.
Back then, I had pushed my college credit limits, dabbling in philosophy, English, enough French to navigate overseas, musical theater, dance, and just enough math and science to graduate. I was a curious spirit, majoring in “Life” and helping fellow students navigate their own paths.
Looking at my life now, I see that it isn’t drastically different from those college days. As a freelance writer and editor, I’m constantly exploring a range of topics and learning from diverse clients. I occasionally teach writing and have taken part in community theater, directing, choreographing, and acting. I’m broadening my fitness instruction skills beyond yoga to include senior aerobics and Zumba. I’m still majoring in Life, proudly remaining a Jane-of-all-trades. By the end of the season, I even snagged a tiny solo in the choir performance. Perhaps college is about discovering what you love, and adulthood is about remembering to seek out those opportunities—or even creating your own.
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In summary, while it’s tempting to live vicariously through my daughter’s college journey, I realize that my own path is still rich and fulfilling. My experiences have shaped who I am today, and I can continue to explore new opportunities alongside her.
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