Life is a series of constantly changing events. Just when we think we’ve acclimated and know what we’re doing, the rug gets pulled out from under us and we have to adjust once again to the changing conditions.
For the last three years, I’ve been a college student. Yup, I’m the old lady in the class, now nearly thirty-four years of age, raising her hand amongst “peers” young enough to (almost) be her children. And I’ve grown to enjoy this. I’ve learned a lot, not just about Shakespeare, Gothic Literature, Philosophy, and History, but also about life, social interactions, and the world at large. There is so much more to a college education than what comes out of the professor’s mouth. And I am grateful for the opportunity to experience it, as it was something I passed on the first time around.
But now, that chapter of my life is coming to a close. Just when I was feeling settled in, becoming a part of the campus instead of just a commuting student visitor, it is time to move on. Next Wednesday, at 8:30PM, I will officially be finished with my undergrad education. On Mother’s Day, I will be eligible to walk the stage and receive my (pretend) degree. (I’m not going, but that’s a whole other story on how moms should be able to enjoy Mother’s Day without being herded like cattle–but technically, I will have graduated at that point.) It will be time to re-enter the “real” world shortly.
Over four years ago, when I stepped back from an eight-year career as a municipal secretary, I had no idea what would be in store for me down the road. It took a long time to adjust to being a stay-at-home mom and to actually enjoy it–it was such a shock from the life I formerly led! Then, when we decided it was best that I return to school and finish my degree, there was another shock. For a while there, I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to finish my homework (and you should have seen when I switched from part-time status to full-time! Yikes!). But I did it. I got through it all. I’ve grown from it. And I will miss it.
I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t have any idea of where I will be in four years–I could not have even predicted where I am now. But I know it will be good and we will all be better off for it. It has to be–and it will. In that, I am confident.