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They’re Leaving Me July 19, 2019

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This was way back in 2011.

I dropped my daughter off at camp last weekend. This was her 9th summer at camp, so it was a familiar ritual.  You’d think I’d be used to it.  The first time she went she was only seven.  A tiny little girl, so brave and willing.  She pushed me out of her cabin when I lingered too long, then sent me a letter saying, “I miss you, but not enough for you to come and get me.” 

After a while it was routine.  Drop her off, enjoy two weeks of childless freedom spent mostly talking about the children we were free of, then go pick her up.  This summer, probably her last, it feels different somehow.  She’s old.  She’s tall and willowy.  She looks me in the eye when we stand next to each other.  We can communicate with raised eyebrows and gestures and half-spoken words that only people who spend a lot of time with each other can do.  Somehow, dropping her off didn’t feel like the two-week vacation it usually is but rather a trial run for something else.  A practice for dropping her off at college or her young adult apartment. 

She’s really going to leave me.  And soon.    

Her brother is half gone already.  He’s gone for eight weeks this summer, not a quick two hour drive away like she is but across the country.  He flies places without me and has plans to go to college no closer than 600 miles from our home.  In three months he’ll be old enough to tell me to get bent and move out.  I doubt he will, but if he does, there won’t be a thing I can legally do to stop him.  He’s rarely home anyway, and when he is, he’s busy.

They’re leaving me! It’s the way of it, and proof that I’ve done a good job.  I’ve always said that my primary obligation as a parent is to make sure that if and when I die, my children should be sad and nothing else.  They should be fully functional and able to cope, capable of going on with their lives without me. 

I just didn’t think it would happen this fast. 

I know, I know.  You told me it would.  You told me not to blink.  Ha ha, I said, blinking away like a fool, blinking away days, months, and years.  Wishing away the days when every sentence started with “Mommy” or “Why?”  Praying for the end of fluctuating hormonal pubescent mood shifts that made our house feel like an unpredictable (and predictably bad) acid trip. 

Now here we are, finally in a place where everyone is settled and housetrained and grand.  I love my children, sure, don’t all parents?  But I actually like them, too.  They’re funny and smart and have interesting things to say.  They’re more fun to go see shows at the Fox Theater with than my husband.  (Don’t worry, he’s not insulted.  He’s actually relieved that I have someone to take that isn’t him.)  I like their friends, and when they go, so go their friends.  It’s creepy for a middle-aged woman to stay in touch with people less than half her age.  I’ll have to stick with stalking their Snapchat stories and Instagrams. 

I’m fortunate to have such wonderful children, which of course is easy for me to say when they are both in different states and not at home leaving dishes in the sink and clogging up the toilets.  But I am.  They’re remarkably healthy and relatively trouble-free, if ridiculously expensive to maintain, and I know that puts me in a category of luck, fortuned, blessedness, or whatever you call it that I need to get on my knees and appreciate.  Which I do.

And when I pick my daughter up in a week and a half, I’m gonna hug her in public and tell her loudly how much I love her.  In front of her friends.  No matter how sweaty and stinky she is and no matter how much much it embarrasses her. 

Because it’s important that she knows that.

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They’re Leaving Me

4 Comments

  1. Ernie

    Similar phenomenon happening here . I have a few more years before they all clear out, and yes- they will be taking their friends with them. Lad will be returning to the east coast for his senior year. Last year we will be making plans to fly out and watch him play water polo. Sigh. Ed will only be 4 hours away. While Lad is responsible for all my gray hair, Ed is the kid that owns bad behavior – although he stays out of trouble mostly, and is a demonstrated leader to the younger, impressionable siblings. Not sure how this place will function when he is at school. I cannot even celebrate smaller grocery bills. My next guy Tank leaves the biggest trail, but causes the deepest belly laughs and he is going to be a junior in high school, so not far behind the other two. Curly will linger the longest- thank God, because she cares about my happiness (for now) and will pitch in to clean up in a heartbeat. Mini and Reg are in the mix still behaving in the teenage swinging emotions sort of way. Istill have lots of home movies of their younger selves to cling to!

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    • Lori Duff

      Your comments always paint such a picture! I love them!

      Reply

  2. Miki Thornburg

    Beautiful, moving post, Lori!

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They’re Leaving Me

4 Comments

  1. Ernie

    Similar phenomenon happening here . I have a few more years before they all clear out, and yes- they will be taking their friends with them. Lad will be returning to the east coast for his senior year. Last year we will be making plans to fly out and watch him play water polo. Sigh. Ed will only be 4 hours away. While Lad is responsible for all my gray hair, Ed is the kid that owns bad behavior – although he stays out of trouble mostly, and is a demonstrated leader to the younger, impressionable siblings. Not sure how this place will function when he is at school. I cannot even celebrate smaller grocery bills. My next guy Tank leaves the biggest trail, but causes the deepest belly laughs and he is going to be a junior in high school, so not far behind the other two. Curly will linger the longest- thank God, because she cares about my happiness (for now) and will pitch in to clean up in a heartbeat. Mini and Reg are in the mix still behaving in the teenage swinging emotions sort of way. Istill have lots of home movies of their younger selves to cling to!

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    • Lori Duff

      Your comments always paint such a picture! I love them!

      Reply

  2. Miki Thornburg

    Beautiful, moving post, Lori!

    Reply

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Lori B. Duff is an award-winning author who practices law on the side.  Her latest book, "If You Did What I Told You..." is set to be released in the Fall of 2019. You can follow her on Twitter at @LoriBDuff and on Facebook. For more blogs written by Lori, click here. For more information about Lori in general, click here. If you want Lori to do your writing for you, click here.

They’re Leaving Me July 19, 2019

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