College Hurts

To say we are an emotionally charged home as the girls head to college would be putting the household feeling nicely. The house is buzzing with emotions and stuff from a quick tempered responses to piles of new towels and sheets - our house is changing. I get that my job as a mother is to raise amazing community members that do amazing things for the world. I believe in this proclamation.

But my heart is so broken.

Tear stream down my face more often than I have dry cheeks.

This pulling sensation of our normal habitual home to an evolving home of a new normal.

There are days I want one of them to call and say, come get me so I feel needed once again. But this is not about me. The reality is I didn’t raise them to come running home.

I didn’t.

I raised warriors.

I raised fighters.

I raised survivors.

I raised beautiful ladies.

I raised them to dust off their knees when they fall and keep running to their goal.

I raised good humans.

I will continue to cry and breathe as I develop new habits and normal. This too shall be amazing.