During a recent visit to a college, we attended a presentation by an admissions officer who spoke about the diverse student body. The range of backgrounds and interests creates a dynamic environment where students inspire each other to excel. Throughout the visit, I found myself urging (or perhaps pestering) my daughter to seize the remarkable opportunities college presents.
She’s primarily considering small liberal arts colleges, just like the ones I attended. “Mom, you really don’t need to convince me about liberal arts schools,” she said, rolling her eyes at my enthusiasm. I was excited for her to dive into the college experience—spending lazy afternoons on the quad, engaging in spirited late-night discussions, or enjoying folk music.
As we strolled through the campus, I couldn’t resist pointing out flyers for glee clubs, dance competitions, and political organizations—activities I knew she’d love but didn’t have time for in high school. “I see them, Mom,” she said, gently pushing my hand away for what felt like the hundredth time as the tour guide spoke.
Truthfully, I care very little about what she decides to pursue in college. She’s a driven individual with values I respect, and I’m confident she will make the most of her time there. What really weighs on me are my own nostalgic feelings for the choices and experiences I once had. I missed being in the spotlight, the thrill of being the target audience for every flyer, and the call of “Pick me! Pick me!”
After the tour, we hurried home for my first rehearsal with a new choir. The car ride was lively, filled with Broadway tunes and chatter about my daughter’s excitement for the school’s guest speakers and study abroad programs. Upon entering the choir practice, I was met with a wave of culture shock—silver hair, sweater sets, and polyester slacks. “Where are the fresh ideas?” I thought. Oh right, that’s my daughter’s world now, not mine.
As we began rehearsing, conversations naturally bubbled between songs. I learned that the woman beside me taught music at a local Christian school, showcasing yet another layer of diversity. As I struggled to regain my rhythm after a long hiatus from choral singing, the music felt both thrilling and overwhelming. I had been so focused on dance class rhythms that counting to eight had become my main form of entertainment.
By the end of the hour, my eyes were weary from squinting at the sheet music, and I leaned in closer to my neighbor to catch her pitch. As the night went on, memories of my college days felt farther away. Back then, I pushed myself to take on a multitude of classes—philosophy, English, and even enough French to navigate abroad. I was a Jane-of-all-trades, helping others through tutoring and acting as a resident assistant.
Looking at my life now, it mirrors my past in many ways. As a freelance writer and editor, I engage with a wide range of publications and clients. I occasionally teach writing and have the chance to direct, choreograph, and perform in community theater. My fitness journey has expanded into senior aerobics and Zumba, and I’ve engaged in political activism. I’m still majoring in Life and proud to be a Jane-of-all-trades. I even snagged a small solo by the end of the season. College might be about discovering what you love, but adulthood is about continuing to seek out opportunities and create your own.
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In summary, while I cherish the memories of my college experience, I realize that my daughter’s journey is her own. It’s not about reliving my past vicariously through her; it’s about celebrating her unique path while continuing to forge my own.