Every year thousands of high school seniors submit applications to their most coveted college. And the second, third, fourth and of course the safety school; which ironically is always at the bottom of the list, but still the application goes to them.
Seniors wait anxiously for the acceptance letter. The one, as Sally Fields said one Oscar night "You like me you, you really like me". An invitation to belong beyond their mom, dad, grandparents, siblings and friends. It is bigger than the circle who has always acknowledged the hard work, the long hours of studying, the sports and the love of what they do in their small slivers of time left over.
Our boys are waiting for that "you really Like me" letter. One that comes with heft of a large envelope, not a small wimpy letter size. They feel that where they are accepted will map the rest of their lives, us older and wiser ones know there is more than one way to skin a cat. This is not at all defining "the end of my life if I am not accepted" but rather the platform of where they will go from here.
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