The Teenager has been frantically working on applications for college scholarships, which, shouldn't involve me, yet, it does. Of course it does. I want her to feel confident in the essays she must submit, so, I have been proofreading for her. She has done a really good job and I am proud of the effort she has put forth, regardless of the outcome.
Now, if there were only some way to convince her of that. Instead, she is a balled up coil of angst; certain that her best efforts will fall short. I swear, it's like she thinks her college education is going to put us into the poorhouse, which is a ridiculous thing for her to worry about.
Only I'm allowed to worry about that.
Anyway, the applications are signed, sealed, and ready for postage, so, at least we can take a small breath before turning our attention to planning the grad party, ordering the grad announcements, and preparing ourselves to let the first bird fly the nest.
On second thought, maybe I would rather stress over scholarship applications after all.