One year ago this last weekend we took Charlie off to Leeds. It was a difficult weekend but so full of hope, I was so excited for him. As I've got older I have so wished that I'de gone to university, of course it would have been impossible because I wasn't too bright but I wish I had been and I'de been able to get a degree. There's so much that I wish I knew, books I wish I'de read and friends I wish I'de made. It wasn't a question of Charlie living out my dreams I just wanted him to have a better start than I had, education wise.
One year on, and it was another difficult weekend, Charlie didn't go back, which is fine, it wasn't for him and that's ok. He's working now and seems happy but I'm not sure it's absolutely right for him. What saddens me as I listen to all the wall to wall 'freshers week' commentary that I never seemed to have noticed before, is that had it been a different place or a different course I'm sure he would have loved it, I can't help feeling a bit responsible for that, we should have been involved more, been a bit more pro-active in his choices. I hope he still has dreams and I hope that we can help him with them, I hope that he'll go on and do something so wonderful that he'll never regret not staying.
It never get's any easier does it . . . this parenting lark!!!!
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