Daughters · Family · Parenting · School · Travel

This is hard. Really hard.

In roughly twenty days, my oldest is moving out.

As in leaving my house, jumping on an airplane and moving to another country for a year of school.

I'm blaming my husband for this.

Yes, I know I agreed and actually was the one to research this program. I might even have helped her apply and celebrated her acceptance, but that's not the point.

I mean, I didn't expect her to really go.

My husband was supposed to say, no. That's his job, right? He was the one I was counting on to stop the fun.

Except he didn't.

And now, she's leaving and I am seriously freaking out, while pretending to be cool.

Yes, my daughter is ready. Yes, she's going to have the time of her life. Yes, it's wonderful.

Except it's not.

My baby girl, my first born is LEAVING me.

Did I mention I'm freaking out inside?

My way to deal with my inner turmoil is to organize her. I'm helping her pack, I’m making lists, I’m buying things, and I’m cleaning and organizing her room.

I am also driving her crazy.

If it was up to my daughter she would grab an extra pair of jeans, a few empty sketch books, her drawing pencils, her plane ticket and be out the door.

I, on the other hand, have decided that she needs at least three pairs of boots and seven different jackets. I also like the idea of her taking clean underwear along.

It's going to be a long twenty days, but it's also going to go by far too quickly.


Really, really, REALLY big sigh.


5 thoughts on “This is hard. Really hard.

  1. aw man.
    i can only imagine!
    hang in there. and know that you both are doing the best for her. she’ll really appreciate it later, even more than she does now!
    i wanted to go overseas for a semester.
    i’m really bummed i never got to.
    kudos to you guys for letting her go and experience!
    hang in there.
    so glad technology will help you guys connect.
    hang in there.


  2. When my only child left for college, I cried all the way from Morgantown, West Virginia, to Norris Lake, Tennessee.
    She graduated 4 years later and immediately moved to London, where she spent the summer living in a youth hostel and working for the Hard Rock Cafe.
    She’s now a mom herself and so confident, and organized and comfortable traveling (even with toddlers) that I have to say it was worth getting dehydrated.
    Hang in there. You’re doing the right thing, even if it is really hard.


  3. Sooooo sad. I wish I could slow down time – or even stop it! – to avoid this kind of thing ever happening. I don’t often admit this because it makes me sound like such an obsessive helicopter mom, but the thought of the kids moving out makes me tear up. Stay home forever!
    (I’m sure I will be singing a different song when they’re all 35 and still living in the basement.)


  4. I guess the 20 days is almost up (sorry for the reminder 😦 ). Good luck, be strong for her and then have a good cry when you get home.
    I still have a few more years to go before post-secondary and I’m hoping she’ll find a school in TO 🙂


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