I was a great mother up to the point where my son was weighing his university options. It was a choice between a more prestigious school and one with less of a “brand” name.
My son had already decided he was not going to Oxford. He was right. His personality would have been at odds with that of Oxford. Still, it would have been nice to see him follow in his brother’s footsteps.
See me not channeling my wants through my child. Go me.
I am a widowed mother of four. I take great pride in the re...
Published on February 28, 2017 06:00