Monday, August 23, 2010

Letting Go :: Lessons for a College Mom





So, we took our daughter, Miss S, to the University last night.
It's her Sophomore year.
I miss her like I did last year when she went away for the first time.

Sure, the college is just across town, 1/2 an hour away,
but her room is empty.
Again.



She drives me crazy sometimes when she's home.
She sleeps in. Her room looks like a war zone.
She makes her own schedule that doesn't jive with mine.

She makes me laugh and learn with her wisdom and insight.
She sweetly encourages her sister. She puts her dishes in the dishwasher.
She embraces a hope for the future that inspires the socks off of me.




My sister sent me the video below--I had never seen it before.
But, oh! How beautiful it is!

I have had 18+ years to raise and train my daughter, yet it went by quickly.
I am proud of the woman that she has become, and I want her to fly!
I am letting go, so she can.





She'll take the painting in the hallway
The one she did in Jr. High
And that old lamp up in the attic,
She'll need some light to study by.


She's had 18 years to get ready for this day.
She should be past the tears, she cries some anyway.


Oh, oh, letting go.
There's nothing in the way now,
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly.
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy letting go.


Mother sits down at the table.
So many things she'd like to do.
Spend more time out in the garden,
Now she can get those books read, too.


She's had 18 years to get ready for this day.
She should be past the tears, she cries some anyway.


Oh, oh, letting go.
There's nothing in the way now,
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly.
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy letting go.


Oh, oh, letting go.
There's nothing in the way now,
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly.
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy letting go.

~Suzy Bogguss




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