The day I thought would be cause for celebration is actually becoming more of a drag.
The Teen is looking into colleges.
I always thought I’d meet this day with glee: The Teen’s room would be transformed to a yoga/knitting/library room for me with a bed for her to sleep on the occasional visit home.
After her trip through Europe, I’m having a difficult time wrapping my mind around her being out of the house.
I’ve suggested the community college so she could save money. That was met with so much shade I thought I would need to get her eyes checked.
A suggestion of Temple was echoed with my dislike pf Philly. Ohio State has been bandied about as well as Penn State. A compromise of possibly Hampton and Morgan was kiboshed on my end.
I know my child will fair well. She is goofy but what 17 year old isn’t? She’s had way more exposure than I ever had so I know she won’t fall for the okey-doke. If I think logically, I know this is the natural progression, a rite of passage.
But logic isn’t factoring on. selfishly I want her home. I want more late night chats on the step, more confessions about her fears, more time back that we missed during the Katie Kaboom years.