College or Bust

Hello!

Today I took my youngest daughter on her first college visit. We drove three hours to Hartt College of Music in Connecticut where we had a terrific lunch and a two hour walking tour of the campus. There were approximately twenty other people in our group-a mix of parents and prospective students. We walked from building to building in a "clump" each dad taking turns holding a door for the rest of us. By the end of the tour, names had been exchanged and polite "niceties" were exchanged. Then we drove home.

It makes for a long day.

Throughout the day I kept thinking about the little things-like-this is where my daughter will get her mail or this is where she will listen to her Ipod. It unnerved me a little bit.

You see, home is where she does all those little things we call "living." The silly conversations or the very messy bedroom, all occur here at our home, on our cul-de-sac. And for all the annoying moments we share-we share them here...at HOME. Soon, she'll be doing her absentminded moments somewhere else. Soon, she'll be having her PMS elsewhere. (okay, that one can go) Someone else will hear her funny giggle as she bats her eyelashes when she tries to coax someone to cut her a break.

I don't think I'm liking this whole college idea. I want to know where the time went and when did she grow up. I remember waiting at the end of the driveway for the three-foot high little girl with the huge red bow on top of her head to get off of the bus. Golly, the time flew.

Soon-too soon-I'll be looking out the window at the driveway waiting for my grown up daughter to pull in and then haul her laundry into the house. Phew. That is going to be strange.

Oh well....
Have hope,
Donna