My first born leaves for college in two days. Not just “oh hey dad, I’m taking some classes at the local JC” college, but all the way across the fucking country college. My feelings are mixed and many. How the hell did this happen. This little girl, this light of my life, this angel of mercy among a past wretched life is leaving. Wasn’t that her blowing bubbles in the crib and just learning to stand…YESTERDAY?
The sadness is so heavy and encompassing it’s hard to crawl through and express what, beyond my selfishness, are my real, adult feelings. She worked her ass off for years, with little to no encouragement (save the occasional “are you still doing homework”) for a long time…it paid off. She got into an Art college and got a scholarship. She begins her new life, Madison 2.0, on Wednesday in Washington effin DC. I am filled with pride and relief that the stars aligned, that Karma worked, that she got what she deserved: an incredible career and personal opportunity. It really is a dream outcome. Why am I sad?
Go forth dear daughter, unleash your unselfish soul upon the cosmos, keep your eyes on the prize, kick ass and take no prisoners. I’ll be here…