Coffee In My Left hand, Goodbyes in my Right

Coffee in my Left hand…

Hey!  Did you all forget me?  I felt like I had forgotten me too.  SO much going on in my personal life, I let the drama, rather the worry about the drama, consume me. Life comes at you fast sometimes! Yeah, I went to work, fed my kids, called my mother; but the essence of me, the me who enjoys writing and reading, that me was consumed.

You hopefully remember enough of me to see that blog about the drama coming a mile away.  But not today.

Last month I joined the ranks of hundreds of thousands who took their very first son/daughter to an expensive college somewhere in the USA.  For me, it was my first born, my only daughter Lex (first name withheld to protect the innocent. And she better stay innocent)!

First some background.  Every parent knows their child.  Maybe not all their secrets, and the things they have gotten away with, but…we know our child.  Lex is a very smart girl, but has always been quiet.  Not ‘afraid to talk’ quiet, but watchful, introspective, and stubbornly quiet.  She was my longest delivery, taking her sweet time to arrive, even though she had to know the playoffs were on and I was missing them!  She finally came at her leisure and what was her first act of defiance?  She refused to cry.  I mean flat out would not cry. In newborn terms, this is a warning sign of large enough proportions to get all the nurses scrambling, eyeing each other and finally taking her away from me. We made eye contact, but still no tears.  That story ends well (it’s a story we share every birthday), but suffice it to say, she was purposeful from jump in deciding when and where to emote. I remember one time I tried to give her a spanking (look, stop reading right now if the term spanking offends you; you missed your window on that one), and she refused to cry.  I mean, held it in until I gave up.  Immediately it took me back to her birth and I realized this is who she is, this is how she defines strength. She takes forever to answer a question, as she calculates exactly how much she is going to share with you. She is the queen of side eye:  you can see her whole thought process in those dark almond eyes. I know my child.

And now it was time to send her off into the world.

I’d read all the articles “how to let go”, “how to prepare for your empty nest”, “how not to act a fool when you drop them off”, and thought I was ready to do this. My friends and family kept asking me, “are you okay? Don’t worry, she’ll be fine” to the point that I fully expected to be a basket-case the entire ride there.   I did all the Mom things: tried to help her pack, pled with her to take at least one semi-formal, bought 4 months’ worth of everything I could think of, buying this and organizing that. I asked her every 30 minutes “did you remember _____”; only to be met with a forced smile and that reality TV worthy side eye saying, “Yes Ma”.  We were ready to go.

We got her to her dorm, and began the unpacking.  Before you start, I did not helicopter her.  I asked, “where would you like this? Can I hang up these up? Is it okay if I put a basket here?” and waited for the responses.  She seemed happy for the help (no side eyes), and we were making progress until…the roommate arrived.  Thank God she was a nice girl with a nice mom!  They shared interests and immediately hit it off; a prayer answered. We went to lunch and left her roommate alone to start her unpacking.  Something shifted at lunch. Long thoughtful answers to questions, side glances, sighs; my quiet girl was back.  I think the roommate made it real for her.  After all, this is her experience right?  Her change of address, change of lifestyle; beginning of adulthood. The roommate symbolized her autonomy. She now had this other mostly adult person to do things with, start this journey with, and Mom just didn’t fit into the scenario (insert sighs and hugs for Mom here ____). Not being one to stick around where I’m not wanted (read that with extra attitude cuz that’s how I’m writing it), I abruptly decided to go.  I got the car, put some boxes and suitcases she didn’t need in it, and prepared to go.  On the porch of her dorm, I hugged and kissed her goodbye. Reminded her that she would be fine, and not one single tear was shed.  

I didn’t get to take her grocery shopping, or help decorate her room, or all the other fun stuff Instagram reminds me daily that the other Moms got to do.  But I did look her in her eyes and see determination to make it on her own.  And for me, that’s decoration enough.

 

Coffee in my left hand, goodbyes in my right.

10 thoughts on “Coffee In My Left hand, Goodbyes in my Right

  1. I only pray my daughter has that same determination. She’s quiet (unless she really knows you) and doesn’t like to be the center of attention or around large crowds. You did great mom. Thankfully, my daughter is doing community college first (like her mommy did) so I have time to adjust before she leaves for real, for real.

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    • It’s a different feeling than I was expecting. I haven’t been moping around or weepy, but there’s a little feeling in your belly that something’s off. The “off” meanwhile, is blissfully enjoying herself probably too busy to notice she misses me (hopefully) Lol

      Thanks for reading and sharing Diva!

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  2. Vonn
    As a mom of a 19 year old, our worlds are similar. My son is also reserved and was determined to become that adult over night. My dropoff lasted all of 35 minutes when we were asked to leave.
    There was no helping to take his items to his dorm (the Greek system took care of that and quickly), no helping to get the room together, no shopping and absolutely no hug and this, no tears.
    I know my child…there was only a look of nervous determination that only I and his father would recognize….and so it began

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  3. Dear BFF, I’m so proud of how you handled things. Although you may have been slightly miffed, you allowed her to take the first step of independence her own way and you always leave the door wide open for her return.
    As you often tell me “they will be back” and it will feel good when it’s their choice.

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  4. Dear BFF, I’m so proud of how you handled things. Although you may have been slightly miffed, you allowed her to take the first step of independence her own way and you always leave the door wide open for her return.
    As you often tell me “they will be back” and it will feel good when it’s their choice.

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  5. You did well mom! That’s what we want for our kids – as hard as it is to leave them. You know she has the skills and knowledge to make good decisions and comfortable and loved enough to call you when necessary. And also to make a few mistakes along the way that will help develop character and add wisdom. This brought back so many memories. I did this 5 years ago, and with twins that came into my world with a bang, they also left my world with a similar impact. Driving with them over 2,000 to their college (so they’d have a car), we had plenty of time to reminisce and make that last bonding moment count. The flight home and ensuing silence in the house was both sad and freeing. But I’ll save all that for my own blog 😊 Along with how they’ll likely never live here again.

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  6. Lots of hugs to you. I can’t imagine how that feels except from the child’s side, when I was dropped off in 19xx. No need to date myself.😁😁
    It’s a tough world, and she gets to explore it in a somewhat sheltered environment. Once the newness is over, she will be reaching for you over and over again. “Mom” is another word for love❤❤ and you are an amazing Ma.

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