This year, is the first year, in many many many years that I will not be there for the first day of school.
I have no idea what anyone is going to wear. I’m not even sure what day school will actually start.
Nobody will come home and tell me all about their classes.
I am suddenly feeling all sort of nervous and kind of out of sorts, and a bit sad, and sort of excited, and I don’t quite know what.
When school starts there will no longer be any K-12 or college kids living in my house. Just my dog, my cats, the wild turkeys who hang out on the back fence, and my husband.
I guess I could also include the pair of bald eagles in my neighborhood who for the past three years have hatched and raised three sets of baby eagles (six eagle children) and seen them fly off. I’ve thought a lot about the eagle parents as I’ve watched the chicks grow from tiny fluffy head bobbers to large magnificent birds.
Since 2012 I’ve written parenting posts about raising children to be independent, strong, successful, questioning, compassionate, curious, smart, mature adults.
That is exactly what I did. AND I did it well. I did it exceedingly well.
So why do I feel like crying?
Yes, I’ve heard Werewolf parents howl at the moon when their pups take human form and go off to college.
I guess it is ok for all of us to howl at the moon in our own way when our children leave home.
I am happy and proud beyond words. No mom has ever been more proud. No mom has ever told her husband “we did a great job” more times than I have.
I never thought I could love this much, or this hard, or this good.
Even if they don’t turn into bats (you know, Vampires and all), I am glad to see them spread their proverbial wings and fly.
I’ll adjust. So will they.
And so the adventure begins.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman