Original Post May 2015
Moments after we finally met, I whispered “I hope I don’t forget to feed you.” An image of my goldfish floating upside down briefly swam to mind. We gazed at each other warily. You with your dark shark eyes, me like a deer in headlights.
Ever had a job with no training, and lives were at stake? He wouldn’t latch, peed on me daily, and glared at our botched attempts to buckle the car seat. I’d never even changed a diaper. Anxiety was at an all time high.
But in the blink of an eye, high school was ✅. You cross the stage in your cap and gown, and my heart swells two sizes. We applaud your decision to attend university across country. Should we be offended you can’t wait to run?
Our family dynamic, neatly set for four people, will be forever altered.
Have I done enough? You don’t seem prepared for life on the outside. Someone please pass me a parenting handbook, I need to smack my kid.
Have I done too much? Living in a high-end bed and breakfast, complete with chambermaid and laundry service, has made you soft. I’m the enabler.
I hope binge-watching BoJack Horseman won’t give you permanent brain damage. I profoundly hope you boomerang back when your education is complete. We’d like to enjoy the fruits of our labour.
A gene automatically ingrained in new mothers. Did you notice how much time I spent on the computer, researching how to be a good mother? Probably not, because I ignored you while I looked.
You’re thoughtful, funny, and kind. We’ve had the time of our lives living vicariously through your friends. You’ll make the world a better place.
During Toy Story 3, you excitedly announced both you and Andy are leaving for college. Queue waterworks. You’ll make poor choices, face heartbreak, and endure alcohol poisoning. I hope school doesn’t get in the way.
You’ve gone MIA, partying with friends and staying out too late. But I’m onto you. It’s called soiling the nest. Making us miserable, so it’s easier for you to leave, and for us to set you free.
Eighteen years ago, I nested. I spent months preparing the nursery and covering electrical outlets. Now I nest again, only this time you’re leaving. I grew you, you’ll always always be mine. But for now, the world is your oyster. Get out there and find your pearl. ❤
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