So my kid left me (again) yesterday/today. He went to Albuquerque for an internship. This was his first time flying as a real human (he was a tiny baby the first time, so it doesn't count). I was so nervous. I pretended I wasn't, but I was so nervous. I gave him so many tips.
- Don't tell anyone you're only 18.
- Read the NSA guidelines.
- OMG, don't say you were born in Canada.
- Pack your pepper spray in your checked bag. (He did not do this - this infuriates me! You are allowed to do this!)
- Tell everyone that this is your first time flying so that they feel sorry for you and provide you with extra love.
But he says he loves it there. He is ready for this. This stuff of adulthood. I am absolutely not ready. But I am trying to be ready. And I am preparing for it to happen again with the next one. The next child. God...
"It's a new dawn, it's a new day... It's a new life for me, and I'm feeling good."
My kids are really good kids. Like REALLY good kids. How did this happen?
- Maybe because they saw struggle.
- And they saw joy.
- And pain.
- And laughter through the pain.
- And more laughter because that's all there was.
- And coping.
- And more struggle, but not not defeat.
- Never defeat because they are capable of reaching the stars despite everything.
- We believed in them. We believe in them. They can do anything. They can do all things.
Let them touch stars.
While your hands shake.