In two days we will be moving this sweet little girl into her dorm room. It is crazy how fast time has flown. I found myself in a recent conversation with someone who didn’t understand why I was “struggling” with my age and my daughter moving out. As I was explaining myself, the reality hit me straight in the face. Does that ever happen to you? (it seems to happen to me a lot) Anyway, it isn’t that I am necessarily upset about turning 40 (ok, sometimes maybe a little); it’s not so much about the number. It’s really all about how I got here. My husband and I got married, had babies, did college and got real jobs almost all simultaneously. Life moved fast. In the midst of all this activity, time flew. I found myself “waking up” at 39 thinking, “hang on. stop. what just happened?” It’s like someone snapped their fingers and I went from being 25 to peering over the edge into 40. It’s not so much about the number 40 or my daughter moving out as it is about simply not believing that I am here in this place at this time. It’s almost like I’ve watched a movie of my life and the last 15 years were summed up in 2 hours. It’s surreal I guess. I sit here with the realization of turning 40 and my baby girl moving out of my house for the first time to start her college life and think, “wow!” This is so surreal.
On the flip side, I am beyond excited for her and proud of her. I know she is going to do amazing things at college, make the best of friends and have the time of her life. So, of course, to celebrate and reminisce, I had to pull out a few old pics from when she was little. I’m so proud of you, Dee! You make me one proud mama!