It’s time for us to move aside, look on lovingly and interestedly, but get on with the business of our own lives. To tend to our children more quietly, without unsolicited advice or too many questions.
This last celebratory trip to Kenyon marks the end of an era for us parents as well as for our children.
Kenyon is an inspiring, invigorating place to call home for four years, and it has brought out the best in my own children.
Kenyon doesn’t seem to me to be a bubble of any kind, but instead a place that is openly grappling with the big questions: those of racial awareness and social justice, sexism and violence.
Upending our vague assumptions is one of the best reasons to go to college, of course, so as their mother, I’m glad for both our kids that there is a Greek presence at Kenyon. You know it’s the right college when you realize you have become part of something bigger than yourself and that you do things there you couldn’t do anywhere else.