The Identity

I'm not a sentimental mom. I've never been one to pine for the days when the kiddos were little. Never cried when they had their first days of school or had a new birthday. I've mostly been curious about every new stage and step and I've felt pretty happy that I've gotten to be along for the ride. But this college thing Teendaughter's into now is shaking the hell out of my identity. I want to be excited and happy, but I mostly feel sorry for myself. I like having her around. Right here in the house. I like seeing her every day and talking to her. I like seeing her pals around. I feel vaguely like I've been left behind. Teendaughter texted me a lot yesterday so maybe we'll get into a groove and I'll shape up and create some new cool role for myself in her far away adventureland. Until I figure this out, I have told #1 Son that he's definitely making the right choice, staying home with the family. His good choice will be recognized and rewarded in some way this weekend. I'm buying him some gifts. I'll probably pick up something for TD as well. I'm sure she didn't grow up on purpose. She's a good kid, with lots of potential.