<p>Dearest OP: We all have dreams like this, what we want for our children, what we’re afraid of. Nothing to apologize for. We are all flawed. Well, I’ll speak for myself, I am flawed.</p>
<p>I would, however, let her go.</p>
<p>May I also tell some anecdotes. </p>
<p>First: When S was in high school they were planning the trip for Latin students to Rome. The Latin teacher was a very accomplished woman, with a PhD, who loved taking kids to Rome.</p>
<p>The Rome trip happened only once every three years (one year, Paris, on year Madrid or Barcelona, one year Rome.)</p>
<p>DS was a freshman, and a young one at that. He was barely 14 when they were going.</p>
<p>I didn’t want to let him. He’s be the youngest on the trip, which ranged all the way to 18+ year olds (kids who had entered school late for whatever reason and turned 18 their senior years.)</p>
<p>I spoke to Dr. B and said, “Isn’t a 14 year old too young?” She said, “No, and particularly not your son who is going to get more out of the trip than anyone else.”</p>
<p>I had two choices: yes or no. I wanted more, like to make him older, to go myself, oh a variety of things.</p>
<p>She promised she wouldn’t let them walk around Rome themselves, but I didn’t really believe her. I tried to.</p>
<p>I let him go. He was barely 5’ tall.</p>
<p>One day the kids wanted to go shopping. DS and his best friend, another frosh, weren’t interested in shopping. They were given permission to go back to the Forum on their own. (So much for Dr. B’s promise.)</p>
<p>DS had such a head for directions and memorizing the forum that he spent the day giving tours to American tourists. He earned some handsome tips. I kid you not.</p>
<p>Now, he is a junior at Williams and a classics major. Dr. B retired, and that was the last year they had the trip.</p>
<p>The other story is this. It occurred the same year. We live very near Stony Brook U, which is where DS took is violin lessons with grad students. It was the first night with a new teacher. He was sitting next to me. I was driving. Here I am not being perfect. I ran a stop sign. I absolutely did not see it, I am embarrassed to say. The car at the other corner also had a stop sign. Instead of waiting for me to stop, she thought it was her turn (it was) and she plowed right into me. </p>
<p>She hit the door behind DS. It still doesn’t close completely right. Car needed $7K in body work. If she had started a nanosecond sooner she would have hit DS. Who knows if he’s still be playing violin? And his violin escaped injury, too.</p>
<p>But I saw that even next to me, with me trying with all my might to protect him, something bad could have happened to him.</p>
<p>That made me convinced that I must let my kids have their lives, because even right next to me bad things can happen.</p>
<p>Many people didn’t think I should have let DD go to college in NYC after 9/11. I thought that was ridiculous. And yes, I did have to deal with her walking on Broadway by herself at 2 in the morning.</p>
<p>Good luck with your decision, but I would let her go.</p>
<p>Her life may take a wonderful and expected turn from the experience.</p>
<p>PS: I was kind of annoyed with DS for not taking the opportunity to go to the Williams/Oxford program. They have their own “house” at Oxford and it’s practically automatic admission. But he decided against it.</p>