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Kathryn Mayer • Writing Out Loud

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The long good-bye when college kids come home

November 27, 2016 by Kate Mayer 2 Comments

saying goodbye to kids heading back to collegeLittle known secret: I never ever cried on first days of pre-school when I had to peel my kid’s arms off my legs and leave them sobbing with tear-streaked faces, reaching for me desperately from the kind arms of their nursery school teacher.

I never looked back.

When the kindergarten bus arrived to scoop my kids up and take them away for a few short hours, I didn’t cry. I was thrilled for a couple of hours of alone time, or almost alone time, even if that time was spent in line at the grocery store, checking my watch constantly to make sure I was back before the bus. I was thrilled for kindergarten; didn’t shed one tear, not for the first kid, not for the last.

By the time the last kid, the Boy, was headed off to school, I was basically popping champagne at the bus stop, ready for a brand new world, or two hours of it, without the mom-mom-moming that had been ringing in my ears for almost a decade.

I got a late start to missing their childhood

It started to hit me at the 8th grade moving up ceremony, that they were growing up and growing away. I got a pit in my stomach and quavery voice despite the eye rolls, foot stomping, slamming doors and hormonal shitstorm forecasting the impending distance.

At my oldest daughter’s 8th grade graduation dance, I sat in the car crying, while the kids lined up on a front porch for picture day. An older mom came by, saw me hiding in the car, and said:

“Oh boy, if you’re feeling this now, you’re gonna be a mess by graduation. You better get your shit together.”

Ninth grade orientation was my kindergarten bus run.

I sat in the back of high school auditorium wearing sunglasses in the dark so friends wouldn’t see the tears streaming down my face. The teachers told us about the perils and pace of the next four years, how it was the beginning of the end. That it would go very fast, and to hold tight so you don’t miss anything.

I hope I didn’t.

saying goodbye to college kidsToday was one long good-bye as one by one, they left for colleges and grown-up lives full of school, friends, work, sports, and life.

For Thanksgiving break, my couch was full of sleeping kids, the bathroom’s trashed, refrigerator ravaged.

The dogs were happy, the mom and dad content, the little brother grateful to have the focus of attention diverted for a few short days.

When going home is leaving home

All my kids, plus a couple extras, came home for Thanksgiving where the traditions that helped grow them remain, but after laundry and leftovers were bagged and packed, they left in an effort to avoid traffic and in a hurry to resume their busy lives.

After hugs and kisses, then waving and smiling, they backed out of the driveway, yelling out the windows until out of sight, and I walked back into the house alone, not ready to celebrate anything at all.

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Comments

  1. Robin B K says

    November 28, 2016 at 11:42 am

    Regardless of frequent heads-ups regarding speeding childhood, I’m constantly getting plowed by it anyway. The well intended respond, “Isn’t that what we ‘raise’ them to do?” Thrive and flee. And I’ve got secret thought bubbles floating above stating “WTF was I thinking?”

    And I’m still on solo trips downtown, to the neighborhood store, school dances …

    Sunglasses stashed all over.

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  2. MDT says

    November 29, 2016 at 11:01 am

    Thanks Kate. You capture it so well. And remember, I think I was first to call him the Boy.

    Reply

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An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (aka Kathy and/or Kate) is a writer, humorist, and (former) activist writing out loud with humor and grace about little life moments with big ripples, including the space between parenting and aging parents, social issues, angsty reflections of midlife, and, sigh, gun humpers. Still. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is a national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, and her essays have been recognized as Voice of … Read More Here...

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