Summer's Nearly Over......
















So, I'm "wistful" again.....what's new?

Summer is nearing its end and I am preparing to send my daughter off to college. Although I'm not prepared to dive back in to posting again, I would like to share the continuation of my essay about my daughter and her best friend. Tomorrow, we are having a cook-out to wish good luck to both of them as they begin a new chapter of their lives.

(Here's the first part of the essay......previously posted)
http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MS_Mom/508169

And, now........as they pack up and get ready to leave............

And now, another major challenge looms before them, as individuals and friends, as they each prepare to separate from one another in order to live their next great adventure. Once again, the strength of their friendship will be tested as they will be attending different colleges.

Now, the monumental challenge becomes my own, as Rose’s Mother and Lindsey’s “other” Mother.

The little girls that I watched grow into beautiful and intelligent young women…………..poised on the precipice of a larger life…………….Just how do I let them go?

The pain of separation is now mine.

Undoubtedly, there will be wistful tears when upon waking each morning……..I realize that I won’t be listening as they make plans for lunch……..or shopping……or gathering in the evening with friends to watch their favorite shows.

But, as difficult as it will be for me to watch them go…………I will breath easier knowing that the many years they have spent nurturing and refining their relationship has given each of them strength beyond measure and the ability to trust in the resiliency of a solid friendship.

And so I would like to tell each of them this………….

My dearest Rose and Lindsey,

Your life is a special gift that no one else can live for you. Believe me when I say that you have brought me joy beyond measure throughout these years.

I wish you strength to face challenges with confidence along with the wisdom to choose your battles carefully. I wish you a world of adventure and also the serenity that comes from listening to your inner voice.

Promise me that you will discover yourself………..and be happy. And I will promise to offer you any help you might need to make your dreams come true.

Love,
Mom

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Unknown said…
i love you mommy and i miss you! what u wrote made me cry :(
August 15, 2008 at 12:02 AM
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