So I might not graduate this summer (as I had hoped and planned), it looks more like autumn. Granted, it’s not the end of the world, but it’s a set-back, and it’s frustrating. As I hunched over the computer today in tears at how overwhelmed I am three years into grad school (along with life, marriage, working fulltime, and raising kids), my 6-year-old walked into the room and gave me a hand-written note. I asked him to read it out loud:
Dear mom, I understand you are sad but I know you can make it. I love you mom.
And with a long hug from my son, I dried my tears, put my sadness (and frustration) into perspective, and got back to work…
While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.—Angela Schwindt