The sweetest day

There are times when it does get crazy around here. Last week was one of those weeks. Lots swirling around in my mind. And lots going on in school and college which means everyone was on edge and stressed out. Tuesday, I misheard Hip2bDaughter2 and missed picking her up from school on time. Yes, me, can you believe that?

Came Saturday morning and it was a whole different story. I woke up to a message from Hip2bSon in Cali saying he’s scored above average in his GMAT. That was a huge, huge whew for me, and him. In the couple of weeks leading up to the test, his schedule had been swamped with papers and projects, presentations and work all with looming deadlines.

On top of everything else, he has to cook his own meals, and do his own laundry. It breaks my heart that I’m thousands of miles away and can’t be there to cook and clean for him, and hug his stress away. My poor baby. You would think with all this technology we should be able to reach into our monitors and touch somebody.

I’m tired and there just isn’t enough time to get any practice in, he said. It didn’t help that he read somewhere that some folks take between 2 weeks to 2 years to prepare for it. He only had days. Out of 1,000 practice questions, he’d only managed to complete 50. Yikes! I’m not going to do well, Mom, maybe I should just forget about the whole thing, he said in frustration.

And I know he wants to do well. It doesn’t matter how you do, I told him, just give it your best shot, I have confidence in you. Indeed I have every confidence that my kids can do whatever they set their hearts to do. And as it turned out, I was right again. Waking up to his score is the sweetest thing. Okay, so I’ve been grinning all weekend, can you tell? :mrgreen:

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