It’s orientation week at the college where my daughter works. It’s also the same college that she attended and graduated from. (4 yrs in 3!)
Oh my, how I remember that first year of college so very well.
It was a tough one for her.
I think it just might have been even harder for me. Her school was several hours away from home, so I was extremely limited in what I could do to help her.
I hurt for her. I wanted to fix her problems. Make all the bad things go away. Because really, that’s what a good mom is supposed to do, right?
Or so I thought.
But things don’t always work like we think they should. Something we both learned only too well that first year.
I listened to her troubles on almost a daily basis on the phone. My heart ached for her broken heart.
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