It was with pleasure and pain that I wrote the first check for my daughter’s college tuition a few minutes ago. Pleasure because she is so ready. She is so smart and curious and amazing in so many ways. I know that she will flourish in a learning environment filled with other bright students and incredible professors. Pain because she is growing up in the blink of an eye and I am going to miss her so much that my eyes tear up as I write this, or whenever I express this feeling to others.
I don’t think my parents cried when I went to college. I know that I didn’t. I couldn’t wait to go and I think they felt similarly about me leaving. My college years were among the best of my life. I loved the learning, the friendships I made (many of which I have kept for over thirty years now), the intellectual and emotional growth.
Still a child, but on the way to adulthood.
I joke with my daughter all the time that I’m going to drive up to her college every Monday morning when she leaves for class. I will do her laundry and clean her room as it is sure to be a disaster. Housecleaning is not her forte, to say the least. I will throw out the pizza that I may find under her pillow, change her linens. And then? I will take her out for lunch or dinner and then take my leave.
I wrote the first check today baby. Only two months until you leave on this incredible journey. I love you so much.