What are you going to do?
If someone asks that question one more time….
Two weeks from now, we will be delivering our only child to college.
1,000 miles away.
I won’t go into detail (Well, you KNOW I will…) but I’m obsessed with my child.
I admit it.
But, I do have an excuse – We waited a very long time for her. It was an 8 year labor and delivery to be exact. Unexplained infertility, a miscarriage and a few failed adoptions kept us waiting until our Punky came along in 1993. I have been in love with her since the day her birth-mother placed her in my arms. Parenting took priority, 18 years have flown by, and here we are perched on the edge of an almost empty nest.
And everyone is expecting me to have a nervous breakdown. To be honest, it will surprise me if I don’t crack a little. But really! I do have a life, you know?
I do! There are books and articles to write, closets to clean, paintings to paint, wires to sculpt, photos to take, miles to walk, birds to watch, friends to visit, a husband to rediscover (blush blush), chocolates to eat, wine to taste, and a cute little dog to spoil.
But, it’s true…I’ve never done well with change. It scares me when my life is out-of-order.
It’s a cruel act of nature that about the time menopause hits, your parents begin rapidly aging, and then your child goes away. And you grow a beard. (Seriously. What is it with the body hair?) It’s just too much at one time. Who the heck thought of this time-frame? It’s a fail.
I don’t like it one bit.
So, the vultures are waiting to see the spectacle…waiting for the guys in the white coats to haul me away in a straight jacket, watching my every move for signs that I am losing it. They shake their heads in pity.
I am determined to keep my sanity. I must.
I have a dog to raise.
So, about that question…What am I going to do?
Well, it’s not move-in day yet. We have 2 weeks left.
Answer: I choose to enjoy these last days with Punky at home. I’ll worry about my nervous breakdown later. (I’ll keep you posted!)