Okay, one more very short post. I've blogged about how my daughter's been accepted to her first-choice art school for this fall, the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan, just a short PATH train ride from home in the Jersey burbs. But I don't think I've mentioned my worries. My daughter is shy around strangers and has never been one to do transitions well, and even though she won't be far from home, I've been anxious for her all along because she'll be living in a dorm and won't know anyone at school at first.
Or so I thought until today.
Today is the day I just happened to ask Amy whether her friend Sy, who is smart, responsible and mature, and who also attended National Portfolio Day, has heard any news about her applications.
A: [eyeroll] Yeah, she also got into SVA.
Q: She did? You never even told me she applied there. Well, does she want to go?
A: [bigger eyeroll] Yes.
Q: She's going? So you're going to have a friend there?
A: [utter disgust] YES, Mommy.
Q: Why didn't you ever tell me about this???
A: BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE TO KNOW EVERYTHING!
Parenthood, right? That is all.