Moving my daughter into her dorm
"All of the other parents have left, Mom," my daughter said matter of factly as I walked into her dorm suite with an armload load of groceries having slogged up seven flights of stairs.
Guess she thought I couldn't take a hint. Geez!
That simple statement hit me in the gut. It was time to go.
I had been preparing for this day for eighteen years. The day I would be dropping my baby girl off at college never to live at home with me again (vacations and breaks don't count).
I was actually secretly looking forward to having one less child in the house to worry about. Kind of the out of sight, out of mind deal.
Yes, I knew I'd worry about her at college but I wouldn't be waiting up for her to come home each night.
I have raised her to be very independent and frankly, between her job, school, and social life, I didn't see much of my daughter her last year at home anyway. I might not even realize she was gone!
No sadness for me, I thought in the weeks leading up to Drop-Off Day. Save the tears for "those other moms." Poor things.
I'd probably even be doing the happy dance having successfully launched one "adult" into the world.
Boy, was I in for a surprise when it was time to leave the dorm to begin the five hour drive home, less one child.
"Hold it together, sister," I told myself as I hugged my daughter good-bye.
Although no tears were actually shed in the dorm (my daughter didn't give me a chance to shed any waterworks as she hussled us out of the door), they were close by and I was unusually quiet and melancholy on the drive home. Out of sorts I'd guess you'd say.
Life will never be the same for my daughter nor me again.
I tried to recall what my life was like before kids.
It was so long ago and so much has happened since then that I honestly cannot remember. I guess we'll both be taking our newfound "freedom" one day at a time.
I'm feeling a little better now but I still think about her constantly, wondering what she is doing and if she's having fun.
I suppose this emptiness in my heart will lessen with time. At least I hope so.
Kristen "Not Doing the Happy Dance" Marks