When my daughter was younger, like many parents, we marked important days with a photo.
First day of school for every grade, first rock concert, plays, awards and music performances.
Beginnings and endings are the tidy bookends we use to mark time and make sense of all that messy stuff in the middle.
But now the milestones and moments zip by mostly unmarked.
Tomorrow my daughter and I will drive 10 hours to her college (Go Badgers!) to move her into her first apartment. A car full of kitchenware, clothes and few decorative items to be merged into a household with a couple of roommates.
For whatever reason this transition is landing a bit harder than move-in-day at the dorm.
The dog days of August always trigger a melancholy, nostalgic mix of sadness, excitement and fear that, for much of my youth, was sparked by the announcement of the fall schedule by network TV.
Summer ends, you get a new pair of jeans, school starts, and boom – there are new episodes of M.A.S.H and Happy Days to look forward to.
Somewhere between my first grade excitement of new pencils & crayons, and chucking everything in my locker into a trash can the last day of high school, a whole buncha life happened.
And now my kid somehow has gone from running away from me on the playground, to running away to college and never coming back.
Ok it’s not that bad.
But like I said, something about her moving into an apartment feels more permanent. As in her life is now permanently on a parallel track to the track her father and I are chugging down.
Now we are separate. As we should be.
And that’s another first.
I’ll be happy and sad, irritated and irritating, a helpful mom & a bossy pain in the ass before it’s all over. It’s how it always goes when we surf these transitions together, and we end up just fine.
Got a bag of potato chips, a package of Tim-Tams and an excellent Spotify playlist ready for the drive.
One of our favorite sing-a-long at the top of your voice road trip songs to start the trip.
By the way- writing a blog post on an airplane at 1 am almost guarantees that you will forget to hit publish. The 10 hour drive is nearly done.