Today I picked up my oldest from a summer college program that only lasted two weeks. In three weeks I will drop her off for her freshman fall semester. I know that she will come back home. I know that I’ll adjust to her being away. But as I drove to get her I thought about how I didn’t want to drop her off. I didn’t want to not see or interact with her on a daily basis. Actually I do want those things because by definition for her to be an independent adult that needs to be our reality.
The conversation ended with what I already know: she has to leave the nest. I don’t want to not live close to them.
A few weeks ago she and her sister were arguing, typical teen/sister/sibling stuff; I tried to get them to see what I have known for so long and that is that this group, OUR group, our FAMILY, will never be the same again. It’s a short sentence with such profound implications that I cannot even begin to dive into it. I’m having a hard time with it because I really like the way things are. I know they still have to change, and that is a good thing.