I thought I was ready, but I was wrong, as I sit here listening to albums, trying to hold back the tears.
You’re probably thinking I’m insane, I know my husband does, I mean, don’t all parents wait for that day when your children will move out? I know it is a loaded question. I look back at the pictures of when they were young, when they would just out of the blue hug you, run up and say I love you. I still get the hugs and the I love you’s often, but wouldn’t you like to go back and just watch them grow up again? I know I would.
Is she ready for her new life? I believe she is, we have hopefully given her the right tools, strength, courage, and love to help her make the choices that will bring her happiness. She can still call me anytime, even in the middle of the night, her bedroom will always be hers even if I use it for the time being as my sewing room.