Bea only wants to attend the high school her older sister, Sal went to. One choice. Because of this daring defiance, waiting for her school interview had been stressing me out for months.
I sit in the Spanish mission style hallway of the school, waiting to be called in at end of her school interview, wringing my hands, I wondered: What would they ask me?
Would there be a good cop, bad cop thing happening?
Should I have worn my hair in a bun?
Was I ever a good enough parent to get her into this school?
I definitely can’t afford it.
Fuck it, run.
Then, I hear laughter from behind the door and feel calm because that’s a good cop.
The door opens.
”I’m giving her the highest recommendation possible. You have two lovely daughters.”
The daughter who screamed at me for waking her up, for offering her breakfast, for “..not understanding the most basic things, Mom.”
She’s lovely, what a relief.
I didn’t even have to go in the room.
Making the world a better place by making awesome humans and loving and nurturing them, teaching them, to make the world a better place. No small feat. Congrats to Bea on gaining admission to her chosen school. They are lucky to have her.
I feel for you with the grievous errors of waking her up and offering breakfast. I too have been screamed at for being a caring parent. I try to remember that he does it because he knows he can trust me, but man, it's not easy.
Congrats on the school admission!