Sending a daughter off to college is rough on a mom. I was weepy for a couple of weeks beforehand. Then came the big day, and we drove her down with all of her stuff, and left her there to fend for herself. I knew she'd been doing that for awhile, really. But now she was doing it 90 miles away. The surprising part was when the tears came. I didn't fall completely to pieces when we left -- just minimal boo-hooing. But I cried when I got home and her truck wasn't in the driveway, and I cried in the grocery store when I saw some of her favorite things, like Vanilla Soy milk and tofu.
All in all, I wasn't too worried about her. She knew what she needed to do, and I was certain that she had enough support to do it. She is really a very courageous young lady. I just miss her to pieces!
I don't believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I do believe that absence reveals the love that was there all along. And that just might make it bearable.
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