I read this blog post from the NY Times about taking your kid to college and I got tears in my eyes. Reminder, my daughter is 1. College is eons away. Yet I still cry at the thought of it. Uh oh. I smell a future breakdown coming on.
Jamie will probably be slipping Xanax into my drinks for days leading up to the drop off, and who knows how long after. So, in 17 years, if I’m acting a little loopy and uncannily happy, you’ll know why.
Aside from the part where you will no longer be living with your baby, what gets me in the post is how your child will have no idea how you’re feeling until he/she goes through it with their own children. I remember thinking about that when I gave birth too. You have no clue how much your Mom loves you, until you become a Mom yourself. Goodness, I better stop before the waterworks come on again! I’m off to take a Xanax.