My boy emerged from his room at 10 pm. "No phone calls yet," he said. All night he held his phone in his hand, but all that came in were messages back and forth from the other probies checking in with one another. There are fourteen in his group. None received the dreaded call.
"I knew you passed," I told him. "Didn't you know deep down you'd passed?"
"No," he said seriously. "I thought I'd failed. And I really won't stop worrying till I hear my score tomorrow morning."
My son has never given himself credit for how smart he is, and how much he knows. This morning, he texted me that he'd earned a score of 92 percent. Now all that's left are the clinical scenarios in a few weeks. He won't relax till he passes those, too, but I have faith in him. All the same, it won't hurt, if you're so inclined, to send all good thoughts his way.
Our daughter, meanwhile, was having a very different kind of day from her brother. Through her job, she got invited to one of the most exclusive foodie events of the year, Diner en Blanc, where everyone wears white and brings their own table, chairs, cloths, cutlery and food, and they set up together for a pop-up dinner and dance party in a location that isn't revealed until the day itself.
It might be that the nut of parenting is watching our kids go out and meet life, and when their experiences are unabashedly good, on those days we can exhale.