Ode To Morgan

Morgan packed her bags for college today. I have no complaints. I will be living with her. But because we've been so focused on the good we expect from the next four years, we weren't realizing what "else" it meant for us. 

it dawned on EACH of us as we were literally walking out the front door to drive her to college that her lifelong "home" will never be the same. Life will move on while she's away; decor, schedules, diet, traditions, routines. NOTHING will be identical when she comes home. We boo-hoo'd separately and sniffled a little together. I'm having a bit of a harder time pulling myself together than she is though.

Here's my very pitiful public therapy in the form of poetry:

From the moment I found you in my womb

I planned for you to be gone.

My arms held your body

But my lungs held my breath

Just newborn

But I knew you'd be gone

I stiffened my lip as we parted a kiss

Kindergarten

I KNEW you'd be gone

But you came home well-rested

From the nap you had taken

We had dinner, and snuggled at home

Off to camps with kids

See?!

Independent and gone

I've known it all along

But I picked you up tired

And hoarse after choir

And drove you back to our home reinspired

Graduation came and down the aisle you went

But this time I knew the drill

They would change your tassel

But it was no big hassle

Because you ALWAYS came home to my thrill

Then it happened so suddenly

It took me by surprise

I'd been planning for this day

But I didn't realize

It was really IT

THAT time had come

When you packed your bag

And it wasn't psyche or fun

Today was the day

I had planned for so long

But not well enough

And it stopped my song

The breath that I held

When you were born

To not get too attached

To give you freedom to soar

The breath poured from my eyes

In the form of rain

And the life I've been in

Transformed into pain

My baby is gone!

It's every mom's fear

But to snatch you from this would be love insincere

It's what you were made for 

It's why we worked hard 

To make you ready

To take the world by storm

Know this, Grown Girl

Every tear I cry

Is a unique memory

That we made in our lives

Every book we read

Every palette for a bed

Every swing set we flew

Every cake candle we blew

These thoughts give me peace

They build my hopes 

They remind life is precious

And we had it better than most

I will cherish every moment

Of togetherness we've spent

My baby is gone

But you come home a friend