I am now a been there and done that twice mom.
Saying that, I find that distractions can help. For example, if you run a kitchen and serve over 500 people pork and corn on a Saturday before you have to drive your daughter 3 hours to her college home, you don't have time for tears. As a matter of fact you don't have time for cleaning the car out, drinking yourself into a stupor, or bitching at said daughter for not being packed yet,
Yep, procrastination, denial, and avoidance. Ways to make the letting go a little easier.
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It's always saddened me that the prize you get for being a good parent is having your kids grow up and leave the house. Seems like that should be a punishment for being a bad parent.
boy there is truth in that, for sure! The temporary hardening of our hearts as a protective coating. Like that slick layer of lacquer over a Jordan almond protects the almonds from ever actually being eaten my lord have you ever tried those? They.are.awful. Wait... where was I going with this? Oh right - my kid is only 2 and I already use this subconscious tactic when I drop her off at the daycare in my gym. lol, no that is not actually true. I don't go to the gym anymore. I'm just trying to bond with the "hey we both have kids" angle and failing terribly. Jordan almond? (cracks tooth)
My stylist's (that's a joke really because I have maybe 7 hairs on my head to style) daughter went off to Ellensberg this weekend. I'm gonna wait a few weeks before making an appointment.....I need to protect those 7 hairs and I'm not sure how she would be at cutting hair through tears.
My 15 year old is all ready to fly the coop. Seriously, if she could get her own apartment she would. It's not that she despises us - she would just rather be the queen of her own domain. I doubt she'll miss us at all. And if that isn't depressing, I don't know what is.
I'll come move in to her room, Bad Alice. You need an Auld Mad Hatter in your life :D
Bad Alice's comment brought back a memory. When my daughter was 15 she was on the same wave length.....she hated me, her life that I had screwed up, just everything. She wanted her "own" money not an "allowance" so......I set up a paycheck sort of system where she got paid X for doing Y chore and at the end of the month she got that money plus money to buy her own clothes because she hated shopping with me and I had shit taste. The first month she spent every penny on one pair of Calvin Klein jeans.....and of course bitched about it. She is 52 now and dresses like she just stepped out of Vogue....but, it's her money and I hope I am long gone when she is on the streets dressed well but homeless because she has no retirement money. But, now I am old and know nothing.
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