I remember that my first ever, true blue blog had this description of me: “Mother to an 8-year old”.
I’d write about, among other stuff, recommended summer activities and reading materials, grade school events and other kid-friendly matters that may sit well with the working moms’ taste and schedule.
But that is no more!
My daughter, now 16, started college this week. So many adjustments to make! And fears to overcome! And I’m only talking about myself here.
I know the step is a biggie for my daughter, too, (Ha!) but my nerves are more frazzled than hers, from what I see.
She has to commute for the first time, and she did it just after a couple of coaching days. New school, of course. College professors who are way different from her high school teachers. New group of friends. Different schedule.
So far, it seems to me she is taking it all in with finesse and calm, which is better than I expected.
Of course, being me, I expected the worse, and prayed for the best.
I realized, though, that I may have sheltered her a tad much, and that she does have to move on to doing things by herself, and that a little heat and a lot of walking won’t kill her, it may actually do her some good. It is a bit unsettling to realize, but no one is perfect, and there is time to correct what needs correcting.
The new world is not only hers to conquer, but mine, as well.
So, I arm her with as much information now to survive out in the wild, concrete jungle, try to feed her good food whenever I can (when we are both home), stuff her with vitamins, and send her off with a prayer.
She is made of hardy stuff.
She IS MY daughter, after all.