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Today, my homeschooler gets accepted to university—his preferred program for the fall, engineering at the University of Victoria.

That sentence should read like pure celebration. And it is.

But the truth? This moment arrived carrying far more than simple joy.

What Even Are These Feelings When My Homeschooler Gets Accepted to University?

From a woman who transacts in emotions, who holds other women’s emotions, who speaks on emotional regulation every day—I’m not sure what these feelings even are.

Elation. Anticipation. Excitement. Pride. Gratefulness. Sadness that this day has finally arrived.

He’s my baby. My youngest. My last.

All the feels wrapped up in tears and hugs and the quiet ache of knowing that a long season of life is shifting once more.

Sometimes the most honest thing we can say isn’t “I feel happy” or “I feel sad.” Sometimes it’s simply: This is a lot. And I’m letting myself feel all of it.

This is the work I do with women every day—helping them listen inward, honour what’s real, and trust their emotional experience rather than trying to tidy it up into something more presentable.

Today, I’m practicing what I teach.

When a Homeschooler Gets Accepted to University

Once upon a time, I saw my son play with Legos for a decade.

I watched him tinker with small machines. Build furniture. Try to understand why things weren’t working, then unbuild blenders and computers to figure them out.

Then learn how to build a computer himself.

I watched him understand the strategy behind chess and play—and win—against others decades older than him. Watched him crack the code behind all sorts of games.

And I watched him fall in love with physics. From Usborne books when he was seven, to university-level physics and math classes when he was fifteen.

When I asked him if the workload of those classes was just too much—because they really are exceptionally a lot—he acknowledged that yes, they are. But he really loves learning these things.

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