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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

twenty four hours...




The Baby is packed. She is excited. She is ready to go to Ball State.

I have twenty-four hours of her home before she leaves.

Wait...
I am not ready...
When did she grow up?
And why did she do it so fast?

When her sister left, I was more prepared. I worked hard at preparing myself. I was ready to let her go into this new journey. I knew Emily would always come back, always need me.

But Ms Independent. My Annie Banannie, I just am not ready to let go. She will spread her wings. She will fly! No, she will soar!

She figures it out. She does it herself. She is so determined and self-sufficient, just like her father.

Ohhh, Baby. Please at least "pretend" you still need me.

6 comments:

Linda said...

Hope everything goes well for you both! :) Loved the old photo. Yes, I only have my one daughter to go through this with - so far, so good at letting go because we've spent lots of time apart throughout the years already, but I can't imagine how it will be when she permanently leaves home.
:(

Rosaria Williams said...

Oh, my goodness! You will miss her all right. But, never fear: they always need their mother.

Reya Mellicker said...

Oh Janis, I'm so sorry you have to let go of your precious daughter. Keep breathing, OK??

kim said...

Jan....I'm not sure if we are ever ready! I'm not ready yet! yes,JesseIV is home for community college and i'm happy about that! I would have loved it if he said in a happy confident voice that he wanted to go away for school, but he said the opposite! She will be great and probably miss you like crazy! PS. Jesse just let his GF go to Ball State today. He is a bit sad!

Sheri Riley said...

She will always need you! Enjoy this new phase of watching both girls blossom.

A human kind of human said...

This post set of all kinds of bells ringing from my past. How well I remember my girls leaving home - and how I hated it, especially as I was expected to encourage them while all I wanted to do was tell them to stay with me. It was not much different with my son though. I agree that we are never really ready to let them go.