Flying the nest

“You’ll love it here.

The city is amazing. The course sounds fabulous.

Far enough away to be independent.

Close enough to get home if you want….

…and we can visit!  If that’s Ok?

But your first day at school..

…seems like yesterday.”

18 thoughts on “Flying the nest

    1. they slowly prepare you by staying at friends/girlfriends more… going on holidau and camping trips without you and learning to drive and not needing lifts…. A bit like being pregnant prepares you for sleepless nights when they’re born 😉

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    1. when i buggered off back packing for 3 months which became 2 years and was appaullingly lax at communicating with my parents, i didn’t for once consider how, worrying, frustrating that must have felt. or how sad i must have made them feel…..


    1. I have found that whilst i miss the bady, toddler, inocent child and confused preteen I have the pleaseure of an encyclopedia of fond memories PLUS the joy and pride of this new wonderful adult-in-waiting and all the amazing experiences and conversations we now share…so don’t worry – every age has been a joy xx

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    1. its truly shocking how quickly the gap betweeen how old they really are and how old you perceive them to be , expands…. On the one hand i admire the young adult my son has become, on the other he is still my little baby !


  1. My oldest graduated high school last summer and is now living on a different continent. So I absolutely appreciate this, as a mom. As a writer, I appreciate how you’ve made the whole story through this one-sided conversation (moms get that, too, ha!).


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