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| Leaving Uni is such hard work...... |
Three years of University, three years, at the
beginning stretched out at length seeming such a long time, indeed
the first three months felt much like three years. And now here we are at the end
of that time and looking back, those years have truly gone by in the blink
of an eye. The girl that left home on that early autumn day is now a young woman,
about to take the first steps on the path of her adult life. I worried I would
lose her, but I need not have feared, for she still calls me first when
she is happy, and when she is sad, or when something is funny to her and she
knows only I will 'get it'. I love that
she has time to talk to her little sister about things that I can't speak
of. I love that she gets excited when her brother arrives by train to
spend the weekend with her. Yesterday was our last road trip from Cornwall home,
an adventure not to be forgotten. Arriving to find not much done, I set to cleaning
with her and the last remaining flat mate until one am. Then off across
Cornwall, a stop for food, laughter, a stop for sleep and finally
home...for a short while anyway. My first born and my first to go out in
the big wide world, not long ago she told me how scared she was because now she
has to grow up. I would say don't rush my love, take time to savour moments,
experience much, look around a great deal, for there is time enough for
settling down and 21 is certainly not that time. So, graduation soon, there will be many tears
and goodbyes, some friends will be lost, some will be there forever. But
life is about to start my beautiful, vivacious, tenacious girl. Home will
always be where I am, and there will always be a sofa and blanket so you might sleep,
as you did today, for seven hours, in safety surrounded by love. But I set you
free to follow your path and hope that you know how proud I am of you, and that
you will still find time to call, when you are happy, or sad, or just have
something funny to tell me....
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