A lunchbox made me cry

Posted by Ally Blue, 07/19/08 03:00 PM

I’m not having a psychotic break. And no one hit me on the head with a lunchbox either. All I did was look at the lunchbox, and I burst into tears. Just stood there crying in the middle of the kitchen.

The thing is, my daughter is starting college next month. She’ll only be four hours’ drive away, but that’s far enough that my husband, my son and I won’t see her for weeks at a time. She’ll no longer be a daily part of our lives. I’m excited for her; she’s starting what should be a wonderful chapter in her life, a time of experiencing new things, beginning to learn who she is and what she is capable of. Not having her around the house is going to be hard, though. Little things keep reminding me of how much I’m going to miss her. Thus the shedding of tears over a lunchbox.

I know some of you have been through this before. If you have any words of wisdom, any advice (especially on how to keep from sobbing and making her worry when we have to leave her at the school) I would be most grateful to hear it :)

Comments: [4]

  1. My oldest is, too! He’s only going to be 45 minutes away and he’s going with about six of his best friends…and I have two more hanging around the place.

    But even with all that. Sigh.

    No real words of advice except the college web page says the first time they come home for more than a weekend, we should expect problems settling back into the household and some friction. Swell.

    Comment by Kate R · Jul 19, 03:28 PM
  2. I’m sorry. I have no special words of wisdom. Just loads of hugs and cyber chocolate.
    My oldest is 7, and when he sleeps out for the night I feel as if the house is tilting over, unbalanced by his absence. I cannot bear it.

    It’s perfectly understandable you’re sobbing buckets over a lunchbox.

    Jess

  3. All I can do is offer you my hugs and to say that I totally relate. My son, my only baby has gone to college. He’s only an hour away but still. I cried for ten days straight after he left. I still get choked up every time I think about it.
    Pat

  4. Thanks, y’all. I guess we all just have to tough it out, huh?

    Big hugs for all of you, I appreciate the hugs, chocolate and encouragement :)

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