Flying Away

I tried to make dinner special last night. I started the crockpot in the morning and had my sides ready to go when cooking was about to finish. I set the table and lit the candles as we do every dinner time. Then I went about getting the meat from the crockpot ready to serve and discovered it was still closer to alive than it was ready to be plated. I chided myself for a moment, and then looked around for how to pivot. Frozen chicken patties. Check. Buns. Check. I set about pulling a new meal together, while explaining my predicament to each child who wandered into the kitchen to investigate why their tummies were growling.

When we finally sat down to eat, I looked around the table at each of my four children. Behind them the wall boasted a gallery of frozen moments in time we had experienced as a family; living, loving, laughing. I looked around at their faces again and soaked in every detail, knowing after tonight things would never be the same.

One of my babies is leaving the nest. After nearly 20 years of seeing her every day, she is ready to set out on her own adventure; following the lines of her own story. She has eagerly been preparing for this for months. Choosing colors for her own grown-up bedding, stacking a growing pile of boxes aside in the garage, and unnecessarily reminding me each time exactly how many weeks I have left to braid her hair for her.

I don’t feel like I was adequately prepared for this stage in life. Or maybe it’s that it came so quickly I feel caught off guard. Despite the butting of heads and clashing of personalities, I have deeply cherished having all 4 of my little sweetlings under my roof for so long. They are my safety net to fall into on the hardest days, the ones I can count on to give me reasons to keep getting out of bed each day, and they are the comic relief to any and every awkward situation.

I may tear up at the thought of all 4 of them not being here first thing Christmas morning, and I may be swallowing a lump in my throat every time I see that empty chair at the table, but I also am so very proud of everything she has and is becoming. It brings me joy to see her chasing her dreams and making them reality. And I appreciate the opportunity to see her keep her own home and let her own tastes and ideas be set loose as she builds a nest of her own.

I am confident we have given her every truth, every warning, every bit of wisdom we could impart as she grew from doting child to confident woman. It’s her turn to fly, and even with the distance I’m still going to be cheering her on, celebrating her successes, and forever a soft landing place for her hurts.

There will be sleepovers both here and there, and doggy play dates, and meeting up for mother/daughter coffee dates. All of these things I will cherish in my heart just as much as the things I did when she was under my wing. Oh, and I fully expect to be getting at least 4 phone calls a day as the true reality of adulting sets in, and I’m totally here for it. Let’s bring this season on!