Tonight I sat in a hotel ballroom to hear a group of university administrators convince us why my oldest should apply to their school.
I can’t help it that it makes me sad. I still see my little girl with waist-length hair and her giant brown eyes, just barely tall enough to see over the top of the kitchen table. I see her just starting kindergarten. I see her sitting on daddy’s lap while he reads her a bedtime story. I see her climbing into bed with us because she’s had a bad dream.
I’m not ready for her to be this old. I’m not ready to let her go off and find her way.
I want her to have every opportunity. To have the courage to try things. To figure out what makes her happy.
Only, I’m having pre-empty nest syndrome. But even when she leaves, I’ll still have 2 more kids in the house. And I’ll have my kitty. Even if I have an empty nest, I won’t have an empty lap.