Children are born and cry all night then they grow up and stay out all night. Either way sleep depravation is involved.
As you've seen posted here, my oldest "baby" leaves for California on Tuesday. I am proud. I am more than proud, actually. Cassie has worked hard and earned good grades and made sacrifices and solid, mature choices, and because of all that, she was accepted to USC's graduate program in journalism.
There isn't a doubt in my mind she will excel, but she will also leave me, as she must.
This is the point of our jobs, right? Such a feat means I have done the work well, correct? Please tell me then why I feel as though I am giving birth once more. Save for this glass of wine, there is no pain relief, and I haven't noticed a baby shower in the works.
At once I am proud, but also immensely sad to say goodbye, and the thought of watching a truck pull away in five days with this precious girl and all her things in it sends, no rocket launches, me into what Oprah refers to as "the big ol' ugly cry."
What matters most, however, is that Cassie pursues her dream and knows with certainty that the
people she leaves behind are cheering her on.
Godspeed, darling daughter.