Samina's middle school state exams started last week and finish tomorrow morning after she does her final presentation in front of a commission of all her teachers. Our house has currently been taken over by all the stuff for her project: the dining room table is hidden underneath the world map she hand drew to show the passage my great-grandmother made from Minsk to NYC in the early 1900s. Our floor is covered with all the materials to make her art piece: a well, entitled "Vedersi" ("Seeing Oneself"), set on a broken mirror, which will also house some small white stones, which she will place once we get to the school tomorrow morning. The piano currently holds the music for "Rhapsody in Blue" by Gershwin, which she will play for the music part of the exam. Then there's her computer and notes, which she has 99.9999% memorized.
We have been eating standing up at our kitchen island for the past week and a half.
The heat of June, the slightly later wake up times since school is over, the chaos of organizing life around this exam, the arrival of the end-of-year report cards...this is the marrow. This is the soul of it all, the anxiety-ridden part, the uncomfortable waiting that also holds so many sparks of joy, probably because we are all that much more vulnerable to any sentiment right now. We are open to it all, and so we feel it all, stronger and with more nostalgia.
After this presentation - which, by the way, is truly gorgeous - I will officially have 2 high schoolers.
I couldn't be more proud of both of my girls, for the continued hard work and dedication they followed through on this year. For the sweat and tears, but also for the humility and stumbling, matched by the perfect amount of self-assurance and poise.
School in Italy is no joke, but from about 7th grade on, the students are given an unspoken choice: they can just get through it, or they can really make something of it. This past year, I have watched two young women make the choice over and over again to take learning, and themselves, seriously, and decide not to back down from the challenge.
Here's to the end of the school year, to the end of a school cycle, and to the end of an era. My heart is full of gratitude for these two amazing daughters who work so hard every day to become the very best versions of themselves.








