A mother is many things: teacher, nurse, disciplinarian, cook, mentor, driver-and-overall-chauffeur-which-leads-eventually-to-driving-instructor, doctor, leader, follower. And in those rare and beautiful sun-filled moments, a mother is a friend to her child. I was a friend the last few days as my son and I ventured on to college campuses in search of a school where he could call home in a few years. First, I tried to remember the mother’s golden rule: stay quiet, let him get his bearings and don’t – under any circumstances – embarrass him! At one point, I asked him how I was doing and when I got the approval nod, I smiled. After that seemed to be going well I began to truly look around and what I saw were memories of my own college life. It brought me back to another time. And then the magic happened: I saw my son as I saw myself, and as he opened up to me and asked me questions about what I thought about the schools, what my impressions were, I realized in that moment, we were friends.
Sarah, I did look for beanies. I did look for college style. What I saw were students dressed in cool, comfortable and relaxed comfort and style – all wrapped in the greatest fashion accessory of all – a smile of happiness and contentment.
What do you think?