Watching Abigail prepare for her first year at university, I can't help but reflect on my own experiences.
I graduated pre-med in France, but it was my graduate studies I remember most fondly. I was nineteen, and was traveling to America for the first time in order to pursue a medical degree at Johns Hopkins. I remember being like a duck in a pond; calm on the surface but paddling furiously under the water.
I see so much of myself in my daughter. She's very mature for her age, but I can tell she's nervous about going off next year. At least she won't be going too far, and I can keep her under my wing a bit longer.
Having a child, I've found, makes me very nostalgic for my own childhood. Has anyone else found the same?