A little over a year ago when Sherilyn told me she wanted to pursue a degree in architecture, I knew exactly what she was signing up for. Architecture is famously rigorous, demanding not only creativity but also immense dedication and resilience. I was fully aware that this path would mean countless sleepless nights, unrelenting deadlines, and a lifestyle centered around her assignments. Despite my concerns, Sherilyn was resolute in her decision, and I resolved to support her every step of the way.
Now in her second year, Sherilyn is in the thick of it—immersed in a whirlwind of assignments across multiple modules. Just as I had envisioned, her days are filled with lectures, group projects, and countless hours in her university’s work studio. Her nights are often spent catching a few winks on the couch, the floor, or sometimes not at all. On some nights, she and her coursemates would sleep at the university’s work studio. Me, hubby and the MIL would be calling her on her phone and would get worried when she didn’t answer our calls, in the wee hours of the morning.
It’s not just physical exhaustion; the mental toll is significant too. From designing intricate models to meeting demanding critiques, she’s constantly pushed to her limits. It reminds me of the stories I’ve heard about medical students, where the intensity of their studies often feels unrelenting. Architecture, I’ve come to realize, is no less grueling.
With two more years to go, I know things will only get tougher for Sherilyn. The projects will become more complex, and the stakes will get higher. But knowing her determination and passion, I believe she will persevere.
I often remind myself that this is her dream, and while the journey is challenging, it’s also deeply fulfilling for her. I see glimpses of pride and satisfaction in her eyes when she completes a project, no matter how sleep-deprived she may be.
As a parent, it’s not easy to watch Sherilyn go through such intense challenges. My instinct is to step in and shield her from the struggles, but I know that this is her path to walk. All I can do is be there for her – making sure she eats healthily even if it means washing and peeling fruits for her and brewing green tea for her. The moment my daughters came into my world, I knew I had signed up to be their maid for life. I am still like a maid to my eldest who will turn 21 in two days! I think being their slave sounds more appropriate as maids are paid and I am not! 😒
Above all, I pray. I pray for God to guide and protect Sherilyn and my other daughters, to give them strength and perseverance, and to bless them with good health as they navigate their university and high school lives.
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