Non-Linear Timeline
I'm pretty sure that everything I thought I would be feeling was 100% false.
My oldest is going off to college in about 6 weeks. A year ago I would have told you that I would be happily packing her off, readying that room for some serious makeover business. I would have told you that I couldn't wait for the nest to be empty.
I was really, really stupid.
I am entirely thrilled for her don't get me wrong. But if I could just slow this down and wait another year for her to leave home, I would do it.
This whole raising kids things has a weird time arc to it. It isn't linear. Its like the first 13 years go by at a somewhat decent pace, some days much slower than others, and then WHAM! All of a sudden its go time and your fourteen year old is suddenly already fifteen and then seventeen hits and now you have a high school senior and WHOA! Graduation?! How the....?
I wish I could graph this but my art skills are terrible and my math is even worse. I feel like the last two years went by in a flash. I was looking at dorm room stuff at Target and left the store in tears. I wasn't sure if I was happy, proud, sad, scared, or filled with separation anxiety. Probably all of that though.
My oldest is going off to college in about 6 weeks. A year ago I would have told you that I would be happily packing her off, readying that room for some serious makeover business. I would have told you that I couldn't wait for the nest to be empty.
I was really, really stupid.
I am entirely thrilled for her don't get me wrong. But if I could just slow this down and wait another year for her to leave home, I would do it.
This whole raising kids things has a weird time arc to it. It isn't linear. Its like the first 13 years go by at a somewhat decent pace, some days much slower than others, and then WHAM! All of a sudden its go time and your fourteen year old is suddenly already fifteen and then seventeen hits and now you have a high school senior and WHOA! Graduation?! How the....?
I wish I could graph this but my art skills are terrible and my math is even worse. I feel like the last two years went by in a flash. I was looking at dorm room stuff at Target and left the store in tears. I wasn't sure if I was happy, proud, sad, scared, or filled with separation anxiety. Probably all of that though.
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