My niece graduated last week with her masters in biomedical sciences, and will head to dental school in Washington D.C. in the fall. She says her accelerated masters program has taken her studying skills to a whole new level, just in time for dental school. My son graduated a month ago with his bachelors in exercise science and sports psych and this fall will probably coach high school track and field while getting himself certified as an EMT with the FDNY, although he might do a little bit of traveling around first. I'm so proud of my babies, the boy I birthed and the girl who calls me aunt.
I'm proud of my daughter, too, who is learning on so many fronts through her internship as a food writer this summer. If only I could just butt out and stop with the advice. Will she make mistakes? Probably. How else to learn? Last night as I tried to give her a suggestion for an email she had to write, she sighed said exasperatedly, "Mom, will you please stop underestimating me?" It was only that I was judging based on what I knew of journalism at her age, and it is becoming clear to me that she already knows so much more. And so I shall, right this minute, cease and desist, let her do her thing. You all are my witnesses, okay?