Just today, I said to a friend about Eliza’s leaving for her sophomore year: I am so glad it’s this year and not last. I will miss her, yes. But it is so different not to be worrying about how she will adjust. She’s headed off for the best year of her life, and that makes me happy.
I meant it, too.
And then we headed out for an afternoon of final prep, a thousand decisions to be made about dorm room storage, refrigerator capacity, pencils and pads and printers. How high will the beds be? Can the closet hold the stacking drawers? Where on earth will the laundry basket go?
Mission eventually accomplished, we stopped for a celebratory dinner at E’s favorite local restaurant.
I sat there across the table thinking how much I like her, how much she has grown since last August, when she was a little high school girl running headfirst into the New Reality of college. (I, the mother, clung desperately to those last days of childhood.)
It has been quite a year for us both.
At home tonight, we faced other enviable tasks, like determining the ideal meal plan, checking the tuition report, forwarding summer transcripts.
And we strolled through the neighborhood in what I guess is our final walk of summer. I had not even made it out of the front yard when I looked down to find this.
I think it is the prettiest feather I’ve found yet, a sweet reminder that while my heart feels heavy with the dread of her leaving, this time I understand my girl will come home again. And when she does, she will be more Eliza than ever.
thanks be to God