So. I’ve been nesting. That’s what we’re going to call it…that hurried feeling that I had a few days/weeks before Hope arrived 18years ago. It that I-must-organize-all-the-drawers-then-repaint-the-baseboards feeling. This time, of course, it’s in preparation for Hope leaving. I made 6 batches of pesto to put in the freezer (stop laughing CCG). I got an oil change. I scrubbed & de-cluttered the kids bathroom. I helped Hope shop, organize, and pack for her college life.
I know that she’s ready. I know that she will be fine. I know that this is an adventure that will change her life…likely for the better. I know that she’ll figure out how to manage her life.
I also know that 18 years ago, despite all the nesting & preparation, I felt unprepared to bring her home from the hospital. And now…I feel completely unprepared to let her go.