Maybe years from now, I will look back and remember this time and comfort myself that the right decisions were made, that everything worked out just fine, that there are no regrets.
Honestly, I don’t know why I am so worried. We’ve been down this path before. Exactly three years ago, my older daughter was in the same final heat of the college decision process. And my older daughter’s situation was much more fraught. She’s a performance major, and so her acceptances had to be two-fold. She had to be accepted for both her academic and acting talents. It was an extremely difficult endeavor. And now, three years after my first daughter finally committed to her university (which she did exactly one hour before the deadline) I can see that everything has worked out fine. That she landed in the right place. That all is good.
So, why am I still worried now? I guess it’s just that I thought this time would be easier. And I guess maybe it is easier.
But it’s still not easy.