I think I’m going to throw up. I feel quite sick to my stomach. I just spent the last two hours sitting in my daughter’s high school auditorium listening to representatives from several different colleges from around here give me tips and pointers on what I can do to help her as she chooses, applies, and heads off to college. College. My daughter. While listening and taking notes, and thinking of all we have to do over the next two and a half years, I just sat there, dumbstruck. When it came time for the parents to ask questions it was all I could do not to raise my hand and say, “I’m sorry? How did we get here? I was just changing her diapers last week.”
It got worse during the financial aid seminar. I sat listening to a gentleman tell us all about how to apply for financial aid and how the people who were able to save money for their kids, usually end up having a bit more wiggle room in what school their kids get into. I sat there wondering where the last fifteen years went? I always wanted to put money aside, we never really lived in circumstances where we could. I kept thinking, “We’ve still got some time.” And now here we are. And I still have no idea how. And this big slice of reality pie has turned my stomach. My baby is going to college in two years.