My eldest daughter, all on her own, researched an alternative high school that she’d like to attend. All on her own, she applied, and worked her butt off on the extensive requirements. Today, she got the letter that she’d been accepted.
All on her own.
This is what I’ve strived for with every day as a parent. To raise children who are, above all else, capable. I won’t always be here. I will open doors for my children when I need to, but the best use of my time is to give them firm ground, instead. A base from which to train. To jump. To fly.
I am so proud I could burst.
The Opportunity Machine 