Yesterday was the last day of Grade 8 for my oldest daughter. This morning, her and I sat down and talked over a cup of coffee about the past year.
At the end of grade seven last year, a big decision was made about our oldest daughter’s future. We needed to send her to a high school. She was on a wait list since kindergarten to enter a choice Fine Arts school. We got the call for her to audition and come in for an interview. Mom and dad were super excited and happy. Eldest daughter- not so much. But she auditioned (under some protest) for drama and music and was invited back to major in both departments. She left both auditions happily and was excited for most of the drive home each time. However, by the time we got home, she had put up the “wall” and was adamant that she would not be attending this school. A few months of emotional battles ensued. Mom and dad “forced” her to go to this awful, horrific school. Mom and dad weren’t listening to her wishes. Mom and dad were about to ruin her life. Mom and dad made a promise to her. At the end of the year, we would discuss sending her elsewhere if she was still unhappy.
The year has ended. As promised, I sat and spoke with my daughter this morning about her first year of high school. I wanted to hear what her thoughts were on the past year and what she would like to do the following year.
She said those words that every parent knows to be true. “Dad, you and mom were right.”