Truth: This was deep into my Anne Geddes phase, which I would bet every first-time parent goes through, when I would dress my sweet baby in ridiculous getups. Not pictured: the pea costume.
Senior year is full of all kinds of bonus work for students. Sometimes even for the parents — and I don’t mean just whipping out the checkbook for application fees and graduation stuff.
Before the school year kicked off, No. 1 warned us that we needed to write her a rec letter for the portfolio required by her school. The reality of public school in a place where education is grossly underfunded means counselors have stacks upon stacks of kids assigned to them. Way more than one person can get to know. In fact, our daughter didn’t even meet her counselor until this year and there’s some question as to whether or not she’s really had one all this time. Still, these are often the people required to write college rec letters. So, the school has the parents write one to acquaint the counselor with their child, which was actually a wonderful and sweet exercise and since I’m feeling all gooey about impending graduation, today seemed like a good day to share. I suppose you could call it a rec letter, but to me it’s more of a love letter.