My baby. My sweet, adorable angel. My amazing little girl is heading off for college. College? Seriously? Oh, how I feel like my grandmother when I say this but here goes….Where DID the time go?
I love being a mother.
Did I just say “love?”
I ADORE being a mother.
It has been, hands down, that absolute best job I have ever had. No commute time. Loads of benefits. Company car. My coffee breaks aren’t timed. I can take a lunch whenever I want. No company parties to attend. Free daycare. Casual dress code.
And, I’m my own boss. (Well, most of the time.)
But it’s one of the rare jobs out there with a limited lifespan and forced retirement. Oh sure, I’m still her mother. But no longer the day-to-day chef, nurse, chauffeur, laundress and maid.
Hmmmmm. Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing.
As much as I’ve complained about picking up after her, attending to her crisis-of-the-week, cooking the dreaded tuna noodle casserole (her favorite), I’m going to miss that little stinker.
She is bubbly and bright. A stinging sense of humor. She quick with a witty comment or a heartfelt hug just when you need it. She entertains her little brothers for hours on end. She has the magic touch when they are sad or frustrated.
I am going to miss her. So much. Four hours away seems like forever away.
My heart is aching and excited for her, all in the same beat. Such a pivotal and exciting chapter in her life. But I’ll be on the sidelines, with binoculars, from oh-so-far-away, watching and cheering. I’d like to think it is going to be a pivotal and exciting chapter for me, too.
But right now?
I just miss her so much.