We delivered our daughter to her college dorm room tonight. A fairly painless procedure for us ... if you compare us to the thousands of other exhausted parents and students who had been =Moving In= all day. Remember, my daughter is very independent and self-sufficient ... she had already filled her car to the brim and carted =just= about everything she owns to her new address earlier in the day.
Oh, and she's very pretty, too (even if I am her mom) ... so there were plenty of "Frat Boys" available to help her unload her car.
So all we had to do was walk her to her door, kiss her good night, and tell her that we love her ... and that we are very, very proud of her.
But surprisingly, what I thought would be the easiest part of this whole "High School to College" transition with her actually turned out to be the hardest. The hardest part was coming home ... coming home, knowing that my daughter would not sleep under the same roof with us ... coming home without her, turning off the front porch lights and locking the door ... locking the door to a home that did not shelter all of my children for the night. And, until tonight, I thought I would welcome the day when my daughter grew up and didn't need us any more.
Our job is almost done. And I think we've done a pretty good job preparing this young lady for what's next.
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