Cushioned between the last days of February, every Family Weekend is a brief two-day glimpse into the world that students share here on The Farm. However, even among the planned programming loaded with countless workshops, campus tours and welcoming community events, parents come for one ultimate reason — to spend time with the people they…
For Mother’s Day, various organizations on campus are helping students show their appreciation to mothers by selling cards or by giving students opportunities to make their own.
We know them as the organization of nice people who hand-deliver flowers and delicious cakes to homesick students craving some long-distance family affection on birthdays and special occasions. But the Parents’ Club is more than just a birthday-gift-delivery service — it boasts a long tradition of bringing Stanford parents together.
I know, it’s hard to stomach, particularly after last week’s column where I publicly declared my love for Stanford (which, for the record, still holds true). But back when I was in high school, I spent the majority of my senior year thinking that I would be attending a particular school over on the East Coast.
I’m going to begin this column with a confession. Since coming to Stanford, I think that only a handful of days have gone by in which I haven’t talked to some member of my family. Okay, so from my standpoint that wasn’t a confession. It was more of a declaration of fact. Simply put, my family is important to me — yet I’ve traveled through my time at Stanford observing a range of complex attitudes that college students can have toward their families, particularly parents or parental units.
Having a hard time letting go is okay. Hovering, not so much.