My bird has flown from the nest, and although I thought I could handle it, I now realize that I'm not as strong as I thought.
My daughter will be 25 in December; a sobering thought in my eyes. But no matter how hard I try to reconcile myself to her adulthood, memories of her as a baby, as a toddler, as a horrible teenager surface on a constant basis. I cannot look at photographs without crying.
Yes, I realize that it's her 'time' to explore the world (I, myself, did all the exploring that I could manage when I was her age), but this whole experience brings one thought to mind: I now know how my parents felt. I can feel the anguish and separation anxiety. Although we argued on a weekly basis, I will miss her snide comments and rude remarks. I will miss her sarcasm. I will especially miss hearing her grunts of frustration when I remind her not to text and drive. A St. Christopher medal and a stack of books will be in her birthday package.
But I also know that my birdie will be just fine. She's a strong woman, yet I'm thankful she has managed to hang onto her sensitivity.
Here's to my birdie! You might have flown from the nest, but this mom will keep an eagle eye on you.