This past weekend we saw our daughter off as she boarded her British Airways flight to London. She’ll be gone for just over three weeks. This isn’t the first time we’ve seen off on a big trip. She went to Guatamala three years ago when she was only 18 and last summer she spent six weeks in Quebec, studying French. She’s done other trips in between. We couldn’t be more proud of her desire to travel and see the world. We know this is only the beginning.
It’s a bitter sweet feeling watching your child go off on a big adventure on their own. There’s the parent in me that struggles with letting go but there is a bigger part of me that knows when our kids grow up and have the confidence to step out of their comfort zone and meet new people and travel to far off places, we’ve done our job. It’s what we want for them.
Now that all four of our kids are young adults I’m frequently realizing how quickly the time has gone. We had such a busy household for so many years and now often there’s just me in the house because my husband works out of town a lot. There’s something bitter sweet about that too. Would I want to go back? No. Do I miss all the coming and going? Sometimes. I do though embrace this new freedom of my middle years. I can spend as long as I want on hobbies, devote as much time as I want to my work, spend time with friends, travel and so much more. It’s an odd place to be when so much of my life was dedicated to raising my family. We’re done now. It’s time for me.