Our daughter is not going far away, geographically speaking, but she is leaving home to go to the University of the Arts in Philadelphia. Yesterday I helped her move into her apartment in Philadelphia, met her Turkish roommate and her dear mother, and said good-bye.
Our other daughter moved to California a few years ago and has come home, in and out, back and forth from the east to the west coast, here and there. She just moved back to California a couple of weeks ago to go to college too.
I’m all for them going, excited about their journeys, helping them pack it all up, here’s the door, but it is still so emotional, a unique, bittersweet feeling like when they went off to kindergarten, only now to the hundredth power.
When my girls were little I made all their clothes, blankets, toys, mobiles, costumes, puppets and dolls. I poured my heart and soul into everything they looked at, touched, ate, listened to, drank, slept in, wore, read, played with and dreamed about.
When they were babies they were all mine, and now over the years, with some often intense pulling, tearing and ripping away, they belong to themselves. The most fascinating aspect of this journey with both of them is that I actually love them more now than ever, if that is possible.
And so begins a new chapter in all of our lives…..My husband and I are down to one kid living at home and he is just entering into high school this fall……ho hum…..and the beat goes on.