The View from the Back of the Queue

I took the brats swimming today - they are both in reg classes and loving it. Han has a ball but is going to be in the basic class for quite some time I think. I was chatting with one of the Mums there - her daughter attends the same childcare as the twins. She had applied to enrol her daughter at 3 of the local catholic schools. Anyways - she has been accepted into 2 of them - one the very nice, little bit fancy, very old fashioned one that serves my parish - with a rather terrible old crank of a parish priest and the other one which is the only one I applied to - our school of choice. It made me sad to think - that with her lovely blue eyed blonde haired 'normal' daughter - she has choices. She doesn't have to wait to hear if her daughter is going to be accepted. That is what it feels like I have to do. If I just had Kit - I'd be in her shoes - or if I had 2 'regular' twins. Instead I won't hear whether we have been accepted for at least another few weeks, probably longer. The view from the back of the queue is not that great - watching others amble on in while I have to wait to see if my daughter will 'pass' the test. They've seen her. They know the result of her IQ assessment. Still we must wait anxiously - it isn't fair. She has just as much right as this other little girl to be readily accepted. I wish she was.