Today
is the first day of June.
The
beginning of June marks a turning point for the year to date.
Normally,
my daughter Randie is staggering towards the end of a school year, intent on a
summer doing as little as possible before getting ready to go back to school
all over again in two months time.
This
year, things are a bit different. The
end of this school year marks the end of school. Well, at least public school.
In less than a week, Randie will stride across a stage to receive her diploma.
My
daughter, the high school graduate.
I’m
not ready for this.
Was
it just yesterday that Randie slipped her hand from mine to toddle off into her
first pre-school class? I would swear that yes, it was just yesterday.
In
two months, her education will resume but 2 hours and over a hundred miles to
the east of here.
My
daughter, the college student.
I’m
not ready for that either.
For
nearly two decades, every decision, every choice, every action has been based on
three people. What we have for dinner, what we watch on television, what movies
we see, everything we did, it was the three of us, Andrea, myself and our daughter.
In
two months, she will be venturing off for life on her own.
I’m
not sure how I’m going to cope with that.
I
have every confidence in Randie. She will have her struggles, I know. But I believe
in her. She is far stronger than I was when I first ventured forth for college nearly
4 decades ago.
So
today is the first day of June. We’ve been here before. But the next part of
the journey is new.
I
love my daughter and I have faith in her.
Me?
I’m not ready for this.
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