I filed into the new student orientation on the second floor of the Memorial Union at Arizona State University, walking behind my son.
They gave us ID badges on Sun Devil lanyards. Mine had an added maroon ribbon on it that said “Alumni.”
These were my old stomping grounds. I was the first person in my family to go to college. The first two years were at Glendale Community College, and then to ASU where I worked on the student newspaper.
I came back three years later and started work on a master’s degree, one class at a time. It took me seven years to finish.
This time, I was here as someone’s mother. There were a lot of us. Dads, too, but the majority of parents were moms