This has been an emotional week for me. My oldest child is moving out today. She is moving into a charming little house with a good friend. She has a great well paying job. She is responsible and plenty old enough. So what am I upset about? One of my chicks is leaving my nest. I was born to be a mom, have always wanted to be a mom, never regretted being a mom. It defines everything I am. I make no apologies, don't care what others think, just care about these four walls and my chicks in my nest. I only sleep well when they are all in their beds. I am just that kind of a mom.
For better or worse, that is who I am. I am sad but excited. Worried but calm. I want my mom to be here to tell me it will be okay, she will be fine. I want to cry but I smile. Want her to feel excited and happy. I am sure many of you have been through this and can tell me this is totally normal. I thought I would be happy to have one less kiddo to pick up after and clean for and cook for and tell shoosh when others are trying to sleep but I want the clock to go back. Back to when they were all small and thought I was the best thing ever. If you are a young mom, don't ever wish the early years away. Savor them all in your house, under your roof and safe in their beds. Someday they too will fly away and you will realize your work is done and it is time to let go.
So what did I do to keep myself busy and pulled together? I packed her stuff up while she was working and made her a big care package of needful things. I am so happy she is only 20 minutes away and I will see her often (I hope). Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder as I would not want to dampen her excitement. Pray I can give her a big hug and hold back the tears after we unload the car with her things. Okay, I have pulled myself together. She's just moving out right?