Saturday, July 7, 2012

The Socially Incorrect Kim



Tell people you have a child going off to college and they tell you “how hard this time must be for you” or “I hated it when my kids left me” or “I hope my child goes somewhere local I don’t want him/her leaving me just yet.”


I came across this blog post when I was looking for graduation party ideas, the author talked about how the worse day of her life was when her children graduated from high school because she knew they would be leaving her soon.


Are you freakin kidding me?! I am excited for the both of us!


Susan gets to create her own life. I am sure it will have its downs. I am also sure she will create joy and happiness for HERSELF!


I have ‘raised’ her for nineteen years to be able to take care of herself. She can cook, do her own laundry, manage her money, and make her own choices.


As a parent isn’t that what we want? To create independent adults who can succeed on their own in this world? If it’s not than shouldn’t we be raising puppies instead of children?


I am looking forward to the empty nest. It seems like that’s wrong to admit but I will anyway. I look forward to walking around my house naked. I look forward to being able to pick up and leave and not having to worry about someone else’s food or transportation.


Don’t get me wrong I also look forward to the weekends when she comes home and I can spoil her with her favorite foods and a pedicure. I look forward to holidays. I look forward to our new relationship where I am not the dictator. Most of all, I look forward to seeing her become her own person.


I raised her for nineteen years just for this moment. Why is that everyone wants me to be sad that it’s here?

2 comments:

  1. Gotta say I'm impressed. I always say with students I want to teach myself out of a job. It sounds like you feel the same way about parenting. Not to say that I won't be sad when my time comes with the girls but what a great time for celebration too. I have enjoyed each stage of their growing up.

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