When my children were small, I went back to college to earn my bachelor’s and teaching degrees, even though in my heart, I wanted to be a writer. Not the most practical profession when one needs to earn an income. School meant being gone two nights a week and every other Saturday for more than two years. I crammed study time between my part-time housecleaning business, shuffling my kids to 4-H meetings and the other myriad of house-wifely duties.
And it wasn’t until graduation night when we stopped for dinner at an upscale restaurant that I realized the true impact of that discipline and persistence. When our waiter asked if we were there to celebrate anything important, my son, then eight, piped up with, “My mom just graduated college. I’m going to do that someday.” He’d been watching. Read more.
Nancy and Kelly