<p>Response From A Mere Mortal Mother
Re: To (All) the Colleges That Rejected Me by Suzy Lee Weiss</p>
<p>Where do I begin? The saving grace of your article is the fact that you already have the answer to the question of what could have been done differently. You state that your parents gave up on parenting you. Hammer hits nail.</p>
<p>I am a single mother with an income of less than $20,000/year. To illustrate my parenting model let me share a few clips from my journals, though I am neither a tiger mom nor an animal mom of any kind.</p>
<p>During May I had: a parent chaperone meeting for an overnight school trip, PTA picnic with chorus performance, dance class, dance performance, weekly Girl Scout meetings, skate night, 5th Grade Summit, voice performance, overnight school trip, weekend Girl Scout camp trip, school meeting for new charter school, graduation, and graduation party. My calendar lends credence to the ones who know me somewhat and those who know me well, to the ones I work with, and the ones who view me in passing and say that Im obsessed with my child. Once you know me you know that I only do a job if Im going to give it 110%. Why would I view raising my daughter as less of a commitment?</p>
<p>Today is the last day of camp. July, our usual travel time, looms ahead void of affordable possibilities. My eleven-year-old daughter has enjoyed a full month of assorted experiences. I am amazed and grateful that it was able to happen at all. For the first two weeks of summer she went to sewing camp. She spent week three away at Girl Scout camp and chose drama and horseback riding as her focus. This week was art camp with a concentration in pottery and dance. The total cost: $1,030. I havent worked for months but I know how to make things happen. I applied for scholarships as early as January and meticulously budgeted my meager unemployment.</p>
<p>Got diversity? Yup! But its not a souvenir from an overseas excursion. IT IS MY LIFE. In turn I have endowed it to someone of the next generation so it is my responsibility to see that, with it, I equip her with the tools to buff it to a shine.</p>
<p>My daughter is halfway through high school now. It was not an Ivy League quest that led me down the path of providing her life experiences through travel and extracurriculars. I was compelled by my own mother, a mother of four like your own, who found pride and satisfaction in making the best life for her children, though some would deem that life beneath their standards. And therein lays another issue. It seems that as more people have access to information and opportunity they are perceived as educational robber barons, pilfering endowments from the entitled. Believe me, A LOT was paid to learn those secrets.</p>
<p>Children are victims of their parents. They come to us defenseless and unwritten. It is up to us to start their story then hand them the pen like a baton and cheer them on from the sidelines. Life is unfair. Yet while some kids are whining other kids are winning kids of all creed and color. My child has achieved a lot because she worked hard and I sacrificed hard. That is life.</p>
<p>Bringing a child into the world is a choice in America. We must accept the responsibility of both the choices we make and the circumstances weve been blessed and cursed with. We must make the most of the hand weve been dealt. We must teach our children to do the same. Why werent you adopted by Amy Chua? Because you had a mother and a father living in the same home as you, albeit with their eyes wide shut, sleeping while you whatevered the night away.</p>
<p>You will be just fine. Know that at your age it is not too late for many things. To be honest, you could start pursuing what you perceive you lack and reapply to your dream school a year from now. Maybe by then you will realize that contemplating your future while kneading dough at the local pizza shop or being the slowest person on the cross-country team are great essay prompts. Yet I suspect you have already found an intellectual haven that will harbor you on the next part of your life journey. </p>
<p>Lastly, dont think your cutesy Kinto comments direct reference wasnt caught since there are only five (and a half) vowels in our language. </p>
<p>So glad I could share my secrets. Put my check in the mail.</p>