So, something you might need to know about me: I was born with a mercy handicap.
Actually, we say that everyone in our family seems to be deficient in the mercy department. When it was gift receiving time we got ones like “charging the hill” and “being really loud” and “often wrong, but never uncertain.”
Yesterday there was more evidence of the deficiency in my life.
Daughter Maggie who’s in grad school at Berkley has won all kinds of honors and scholarships. She’s been chosen for organizations with names that sound like Most Brilliant World Dominators of Tomorrow and stuff like that. But recently there was a big scholarship that she applied for. Big, as in she and Austin could probably retire on the amount of money they were going to give her. And she thought maybe she had it. But then she didn’t.
Enter Mercy Mom! (Maggie is my ICE – “In Case of Emergency” fyi). My response to her news is in the blue. Continue reading
