Sunday, January 11, 2009

Back to School

We took our baby, my riding buddy, back to college this afternoon and if this old daddy sounded sad yesterday, you ought to hear his Eeyore voice today. I remember the night she was born, when they rolled a huge x-ray machine into the room in the middle of the night after the three of us were already asleep. When later they dragged her down the dark hall for a phlebotomist who didn't seem to know a needle from a stick of spaghetti to draw some of her blood, he failed so miserably that I insisted that he stop after a few attempts and the pediatrician on call had to be called in to draw it. "The poor soul," as the doctor had called her after she was born had flared her nostrils slightly when she drew her first breaths, and we were tacitly led to believe by his tone and demeanor that she was in grave danger of not lasting the night with us. Next week she turns 19 and a few days ago she bought her first car which our friends were selling.


I wasn't really crazy about my little girl getting a big, old Jeep, but with today's weather I was only too glad that we had it to take her back in. Since she's only been driving since last year and not much in ice or snow we brought it back home for our mechanic to give it the once over, but after spring break she'll take it back to school with her and spare dear old dad those multiple trips to the fourth floor with armfuls of things and without the benefit of an elevator.


She goes to school in a picturesque place that reminds me of a portion of my grandpa's train platform at Christmastime. I picture her there, sometimes, standing right by the window where I took this picture, holding a cup of tea, looking at this same mountain, and perhaps remembering the special moments that she and I shared through her years of growing up. She went to the school I teach in for ten years and for the next four I took her to school each morning and picked her up at the end of her day. I was luckier than most dads in having gotten to spend so much time with her - just the two of us talking about all the things we never ran out of to talk about.


I'm going to miss her now that she's gone again. The month or so she spent at home just wasn't enough. What time we get together now is never going to be enough and yet, it must suffice. Her day in the sun is just beginning and I will not cast a shadow on it for my own sake. I'm proud of who she is - who she's becoming. Letting go is much harder than I thought it might be, but because she is of noble character I don't worry. I simply miss her, as much on the back of my bike as in the living room curled up on the sofa next to a cat.


5 comments:

Sarch said...

A good story. Is there anything akin to the love a parent has for a child? I can only imagine what it will be like when those kiddos of ours have kids of their own and bring those grandbabies around to see us!

Biker Betty said...

Well, hello there. You have a great blog. I will never forget when we took our eldest son to college 2 1/2 years ago. It was a couple of hours away, so it didn't seem too far. I cried on the way home. I didn't think it would be so bad. After all, he was still in the state, lol.

After one semester he moved back home and I was so glad to have some more time with him. He's now going to college in town. Sure, he will eventually move away, but at least I have more time with my eldest child.

Baron's Life said...

You know what...it warms my heart to hear these stories and to see and feel that all parents have the very ame problem.... how do you let go.
My Eldest son Alex is 30 (I married young,,,lol)he lives in Australia..for some reason...most likely pussy...and we still miss him tremendouly ....
Hey the old Jeep sounds like a plan but they are not safe vehicles.....better look into getting her something else...
Cheers man... You have a great family and you have my respct

Baron's Life said...

Yeah it ain't easy with these kids. You make them, you raise them, you worry about them, you continue to love them and they seem so......distant..but they actually are not. They are just driving you crazy trying to find their boundaries and limits...all in all they are all pretty good kids.

irondad said...

I've been through it with four. Interestingly, they all came back to the area. Three live within a 10 mile radius. The other is only 25 miles away. This probably doesn't help much, but I came across something recently. Don't remember exactly how it goes but here's the meat of it.

We kiss our kids, not so much so that they'll kiss us back, but that they will kiss their own kids in turn.

I'm sure the best of both will come back to you!