Right along with my mom.
This morning as I dropped Hunter off at preschool my daughter invited herself on a playdate and took off. The other mom did ask me before driving Sage away, and took my number. But my daughter, not a backward glance, not a second thought. Climbed into their suv and strapped herself in. Let's go!
I love that she is so confidant and bold. But i would be lying if i said my heart didnt clench as she marched away without a backwards glance.
So I did what I normally do when my children surprise me, called my mom. Who gently, and with great kindness, reminded me that at the tender age of 4 I accompanied my 16 year old uncles on a cross country flight without a backward glance. Walked through security and on to face the world, holding my uncles hands. Although that may have been to comfort them, as I had more flight experience than they did at the time.
Mom suggested I accept that I will be sitting in the parking lot of the registries place, waiting for it to open, the morning Sage is old enough for her learners permit.
In short Sage will not walk, not run, but throw herself into every new level of independence with (avengence) the same determination and commitment level I did.
Right now I remember that feeling. The thrill of independence, the chafing if limitation ( read: rules to keep me safe). I hope I can hold into that feeling long enough to get us through her teens.
I guess my consolation is that while my daughter may leave me far to quickly, hunter announced this morning that I was to drive him and his new bride around while they sit in the back if the van beside each other. I think he has asked her to move in as well.
Maybe I shouldn't be upset about a little independence.
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