Recently, my teenage son suffered a mental health crisis. He’s had a few mental health challenges over the past 3 years, but this one was the scariest. You don’t need to know the details, but I’ll say that I rushed home when his friends texted me to say something was wrong. Once home, I hugged my child, talked with him, held his hand, just threw my love at him because I wasn’t sure what else to do. Once the situation felt like it was under control and in a better place, I immediately deactivated my Facebook account.

It was a weird reaction, but I wanted to create a bubble around my little family right then, and getting away from social media was the only way I knew how. I didn’t want to talk with anyone or listen to anyone else. That evening I didn’t care about your favorite book you wanted everyone to know about, see the sweet photos of your grandchild or even learn how the President had fired more federal workers with no cause. That night, it was all noise to me and I needed to shut it all down. I just wanted to protect my kid.

Two days later, my son was tremendously better, yet my husband and I were left broken. Worrying about your kid’s welfare is par for the course as a parent, but when their mental health appears fragile, you’re continuously walking on eggshells and faking good cheer, all while expecting the worst to happen.

He was late coming home from work that week, and I found myself pacing and just texting him once because I didn’t want to seem too freaked out. (He ended up working late and his text to me wasn’t sent.) Each evening I asked him how his day went and searched his face for any little thing that might show more distress than usual.

And then…the college rejections started to roll in.

My son is a dreamer. He has huge plans and wants to be part of the governing body of this country in the near future. He wanted to attend a “fancy” college to go along with those dreams. Unfortunately, every single one of them has said “no thanks.” On one night, he received two flat out rejections and one waitlist. My boy’s grief and sorrow was so palpable that night. He said he felt “defeated.” And each day after that he’s receivd another rejection. There’s only one dream school left, and we expect that rejection later this week. I’ve been feeling that loss right alongside my boy, but also fear that he’ll slip back into that mental health crisis we just survived.

Yesterday, the boy and I went for a walk and we started to talk about his safety school. Here’s the thing: a safety school is great. You know you’re going to college no matter what. But once my kid was denied from attending those other schools, he realized how much he wanted to go somewhere that was NOT his safety school. We talked about his options and the fact that he has an acceptance at a different school out of state, but again, it’s not a school he really wanted to go to. He started to get angry and frustrated and I knew I needed to just back off. When we got back home, he started researching the shit out of his safety school and what classes he could take. He started asking me questions, “What are semester hours and credit hours? How many credits per class? What’s the gen ed requirement?” He made a document to understand what he needed to take for classes to graduate and what he needed for the general education classes, as well as what the college classes he’s already taken could go towards the requirements. He was on a roll, so my husband and I ran errands while the kid figured things out.

While we were running errands, at one point I said I just wanted to hurry and get back home. “Oh thank God,” my husband replied. We were both feeling anxious being away from our son. Our level of distress has ratcheted up to a whole new level this month.

But when we got home? The kid was pumped! He couldn’t stop talking about the classes he couldn’t wait to take and how he thinks he knows what he wants as a minor and actually planned out all of his classes for the next 4 years. Seriously. The next 4 years.

I was so relieved. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face! Although having my son go to the local university is not what I had hoped for him, I know he’ll still have many opportunities to grow and excel—because that’s who he is.

The private, “fancy” colleges who did not accept my son as a student, will be missing out on one incredible guy. A boy that listens to history and philosophy essays to relax, a young man who wrote a bill about immigration this week for fun, a person that watches Youtube videos about historical events because he wants to learn.

Yesterday, I told my son that although I know he’ll get a good education wherever he goes, I had hoped he wouldn’t be too close to home so he could escape the drama of his father’s ill health. “Mom,” he says. “I could be in California and wouldn’t be able to escape that. It’s just how it is.”

See? He’s such a smart boy. With a big heart.

And maybe I’m a little happy to have him less than an hour away, so when I really, really need to see and hug my son, I can do that.

Well…if he’s not too busy changing the world. ❤