Backtrack to the summer of 2000, my oldest daughter had been accepted to the college of her choice. My emotions we ALL OVER THE PLACE. Happy, sad, excited, proud. I didn’t know what to feel. I remember, as if it were yesterday, the song Butterfly Kisses coming on the car radio. I was heading to the grocery store and literally began sobbing! Our little girl, was going off to college. At the time I had no idea how I’d survive. She needed me, right? I needed her. But, come fall, we loaded the car. I remained strong as we moved her into her dorm and drove off. I had to, it wouldn’t be fair to her, during such an exciting time in her life, for her to see Mom being sad about it. And I really wasn’t sad, I just knew that I had a hole in my heart that didn’t exist before that day. Long story short, she did great and amazingly, so did I. I mean, I still had two other daughters at home to fill my days.
The following fall, daughter #2 headed off to college and I had to experience all the sadness all over again. But we still had our youngest daughter and she was never ever ever going to grow up and move away. Right? Isn’t that what they tell you? We enjoyed every last minute of driving her to activities, we cheered at our last basketball game, we got toilet papered one last time and the sleepovers became fewer and fewer. She was beginning to need us less and less. OH NO! Was she really going to off to college like her sisters did?
It’s all going to be okay though, because the oldest is graduating and she’ll come home. Nope, just one more summer in her college town and then she’d come home. Nope wrong again! She fell in love, got married and stayed in her college town. Ditto for daughter #2.
Hmmm, really? Were we that awful of parents that they didn’t want to come back and live in their “little girl” town? Or, were we such awesome parents that we did such a great job raising happy healthy independent daughters that they could live anywhere they wanted and not need us day to day? That must be it!
One last chance, our youngest was graduating college and surely she’d be home. She loved growing up in this town! She loved us! I just know she’ll be home!
Wrong again, maybe I should have known she was the independent one after she spent two summers in Africa. Hint hint Mom, I’m pretty independent. She got a great job, working in LA for a publishing company. She’d always talked about moving to New York someday, so really I was thankful that she was in Los Angeles. At least she was semi close to her sisters and just a car drive away.
Life was good! We could travel to see our girls and their families just about anytime we wanted. They came home often. I could accept the fact that they didn’t live in our town and were all living their grown up lives in their own towns. Mama Bear would be okay!
Two weeks ago……..
gets the news of a job transfer to New York!
Our little girl is all grown up and we couldn’t be prouder! And while it’s Butterfly Kisses all over again (and my emotions are slightly a mess) we truly are over the top excited for what this journey holds for her and we look forward to all our visits and our personal guided tours of the Big Apple!
Be strong Mama Bear!!