5954: To My Daughter,
I can’t believe that you’re already in your Junior year at Brown. It’s so cliché, but it does seem like it was only yesterday when you entered through the Van Wickle Gates, and I have to ask myself – “where did the time go?”
But I do know where the time went. The past two years have been an incredible blast for you; nowhere else but at Brown could you have encountered all of the experiences and the people that you now hold so dear. And through it all…
I’ve laughed with you, cried with you, planned and schemed with you, dreamed up dreams and tore them down and built them up again with you, argued with you, agreed with you, compromised and had more trust in you. I’ve also chilled with you, shopped to death then starved with you, done foolish and serious things with you, advised you then learned from you, been a father and friend to you. All of these we’ve done, whether you’re an arm’s length or a continent away from me.
It’s dawning on me that I’ll be seeing less and less of you, and you’ll be needing less and less of me. In the final analysis, that’s what I raised you for—- to be the strong, independent, and determined young woman who has full charge of her own life.
I really couldn’t wait until Valentine’s to post at Brown Admirers what I’ve always (albeit anonymously) said—- I love you, and I am so damn proud of you!
Good luck, my baby! I know that you’ll do amazingly well.
Your Brown Dad
An anonymous letter on Brown Admirers