This last week of waiting for college acceptances is like the very end of a pregnancy. You know something good is going to happen; you know all the waiting will be worthwhile; you know there will be some pain involved, but mostly, you know it will be finished.
I have taken back all the scoffing I used to do at parents who describe this as stressful. Although my official policy on stress is that with a roof over my head, food on my table, and my family healthy and here, I have no business claiming to be stressed, this has been a stressful process. OK, wearing, anyway. And my husband has guided the whole process, intensely, as I continued with the things that make the house and family run.
When I was expecting Christopher, I wore my hair long...
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