My daughter is still at her Dad’s house, but she is packing to leave. Not to come home, but to fly to Missouri to attend a family wedding.
My daughter used to struggle getting out of the house in a timely manner. We both did! She was doing more than she needed, like making the bed, turning all the lights off, and checking for a lit candle.
Preparing the house, and herself, to leave.
My daughter has been navigating airports since she was a toddler. Her father traveled for business, and we went with him, so she learned early. Today, at 17 years old, she can gracefully and confidently get through any airport. When we fly together, she’s responsible for getting us on the plane!
Yeah….I’m the one emptying my pockets, and pulling off my boots, trying to get through security.
Being her Mama, my heart swells thinking of her flying solo, in more ways one. You could say, our lives together over the past 4 years, has been preparation for today. It’s practice for ‘letting her go‘ gradually.
Sometimes, I’ll text her while she’s away from home and say, “Just yell if you need me!” She responds with, “I’ll always need you Mama.”
I’m not convinced but, ‘Roots and wings’ darling.