“Making The decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body” Elizabeth Stone
My daughter starts University at the end of September.
She has had an amazing Summer and has grown up so much in the last year.
She has had jobs, passed her driving test, been on holiday with her friends, danced till dawn at festivals and worked her socks off to get her A’levels.
She is ready to fly the nest.
It is time.
She needs to spread her wings and soar into the big wide world.
She is confident, excited, and ready to face new challenges.
I embrace the future, I am excited for her, but part of my heart will be wandering around on the other side of the country, and at the moment that’s slightly messing with my head.
I have been fine, but when we were in the Lakes I couldn’t get to sleep.
Too much food, wine and caffeine and at 3.45a.m. precisely, it grabbed me unaware.
Gently and without warning it rose from inside me.
Silent initially, but as I struggled against it, it became fiercer and I had no choice but to let it out and the tears poured down my face and dripped off the end of my nose.
Not a pretty sight.
Letting go is hard, but it is the natural next step (yada yada yada – these are all the things my rational mind keeps saying to me).
It just feels so weird and she hasn’t even gone yet.
Oh sorry guys, self-indulgent post or what? My chirpiness will be back to normal soon.