I am always startled by the number of friends who look at young children and predict their futures: “an engineer in the making;” “undoubtedly an artist;” “empathetic from the get-go.” Not so many years later, the college admissions staff takes their crack at predictions, hoping to identify the applicants most likely to become a credit to the institution. One of the nicest things about growing old is that we know the end of the story and can answer the questions implied in youth. We know who we became. Or do we?
"My Mother Continued to Surprise Us"
"My Mother Continued to Surprise Us"
"My Mother Continued to Surprise Us"
I am always startled by the number of friends who look at young children and predict their futures: “an engineer in the making;” “undoubtedly an artist;” “empathetic from the get-go.” Not so many years later, the college admissions staff takes their crack at predictions, hoping to identify the applicants most likely to become a credit to the institution. One of the nicest things about growing old is that we know the end of the story and can answer the questions implied in youth. We know who we became. Or do we?