I always thought I was a pretty good mother. Apparently, I’m actually failing that class. It’s not as if the professer has ever shown up and no one’s told me which book I’m required to read. The assignments are brutally emotional and as soon as I think I have one turned it, it turns out that I was doing the wrong assignment and the rules have all changed with no notice and I must begin all over again.
I fear that no matter how much I invest, personally and financially, I will never graduate. I will never reach a completion date. I may never succeed.
But in the big scheme of things, I love my son more than I’ve ever loved or cared for anything before. When did I lose him to strangers, to his friends??? And how do I ace this class?
Perhaps it’s time to cheat?