Yesterday during school my kids and I were talking about college. The previous evening their Dad was telling them about some awards that I had won in highschool for singing and that I was invited to try out at a college with a prestigous jazz group.
The kids were asking me why I didn't go. I shared with them that at the time I was not confident in my ability to make the group and was not sure how I would pay for college. I didn't believe that I necessarily needed college and so because of my nervousness decided not to try out.
My eight year old looked up at me and said:
"Mom, sometimes you just need to jump in without your floaties."
After a good laugh that counted as cardio for the day, I told her that she is right, sometimes we do. But I also told them that I am glad that I didn't go. I met their dad a year later and got married. I was blessed to have them and honestly, no college experience could bring me more joy and satisfaction than raising these neat people that I have been given.
I will try to remember, however, that sometimes I need to jump in without my floaties. That's one perceptive eight year old I have.