Life is not a dress rehearsal!!

Empty Nest Chronicles – Week 3 (So Emotional)

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My daughter has never been the most affectionate person. During her high school years she morphed into the stereotypical teenage girl (more into her cell phone than family yet somehow ignoring text messages from me). When I compare my move on campus to hers, I recognized that I appreciated and was grateful that my parents were paying for my education and the ability to live on campus.

I spoke to Gabby last light night and got off the phone feeling deflated. When I saw her number on the caller id, I was so happy but by the time I hung up I was fighting back tears. I wanted to do what I could to make sure she was getting better, doing good with her classes and know that I loved her and was proud of her.  

I’ve always been one to wear my heart on my sleeve. When I’m happy you know it and when I’m not happy, you know it. My daughter is not that way, she’s more reserved (I’d say to a fault).  It’s like the Chuck Norris posters. It’s funny until you have to deal with it personally by someone you love. But that’s me wanting her to behave like me. My daughter is not me and unfortunately sometimes I have to get my feelings hurt to remember that. She’s grown, I cannot change her. If I continue to make suggestions (which comes off like nagging) then I’ll push her away, which is exactly what I DO NOT want.  

As soon as I handed the phone over to my husband, I decided I would be happy for the quick catch up and hope she opens up more as the semester goes on. Hopefully for her, absence will make the heart grow fonder. In the meantime, I’m accepting her as she is and changing me.

Empty Nest Chronicles – Week 2  (She Needs Me)

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Gabby called home today (for the 3rd time in 2 weeks) to let us know that she “has the plague.”  Of course the first words out of my mouth was “Do you want to come home?”. After all, the campus is 10 minutes from the highway my husband travels every weekday.  But being responsible and concious of her commitments, she passed on being waited on by her parents to work on her group project.  I’m worried because I don’t know if she’s eating well, getting enough rest, using the antibacterial or taking the gummy vitamins I bought before she left.

I told her to buy cold medicine, a non- drowsy and nighttime version as well as throat losenges for her sore throat.  I also gave her other recommendations that most moms in the same situation wouldgive but  I won’t bore you with those details.  Right now I want to make sure she has everything she needs to get better. I miss reminding her to take another dose because its been six hours.  I don’t know if she’s getting the proper nourishment or rest so when she calls to say she has the plague, my mommy senses remain in hyper mode.  

I’m trying my hardest not to be a Smother…