Graduation was more than a month ago, even though it feels like we’ve just stopped celebrating. Grace didn’t want it all to end – the parties, the excitement, friends all talking about the fun they were planning for beach week (thank God that is over!). But it did end, and summer jobs and internships began, then the air-traffic-control-like coordination of who needs to be where when, and what vehicle they will use to get there. (With four teenagers under our roof, the exercise requires an advanced skill set of diplomacy, flexibility, ingenuity, and a thick skin, so you can ignore all the insults and whining.) Like other summers, we are all busy. We work. We make plans with friends. We prepare for our next steps. But the summer, too, will end, and with it, a precious time for our family.
When Grace leaves for college, right before her big sister, I will have to work hard to stay focused on the joy of her journey. She is in one of the most growth-filled times of her life, and is bursting as a human being. It’s sort of like that magic moment in the science class movie about mitosis, where you say to yourself, “Wow! How does it grow so fast?” She is a human example of cell division – doubling every second. She has registered for classes, and at this moment, plans to double major in neuroscience and biology (thus, the science metaphors). She reads the course descriptions out loud before dinner when we are all in the kitchen with the enthusiasm that, if you are lucky, you can remember having had once in life. She wants to take every class, right away. She can’t wait for all that lies ahead.