My daughters are now in college. How I envy them! I remember those days so clearly. Young, able bodied, exciting and safe all at the same time. Looking back I realize that college was more than another text book to read but an environment to practice being an adult with your parents nearby. The independence of those years was intoxicating.
I also miss them. It is cliché to say it seems like yesterday but there is truth to clichés. While I don't remember my breakfast this morning, I do remember feeding them their breakfast fifteen years ago. I remember all those tedious details of hair combing, clothes selection, meals, homework, and all the drama involved with young girls. Sigh.
I am now a woman in a house of men. Not that I talk about it with my husband because he was outnumbered for so many years. And I am certainly not the feminine sort. Yet, I miss helping with their outfits, hair and the general chatter that follows them. I feel very alone sometimes.
Or perhaps it is loneliness that stems from their leaving whether they are girls or boys. The house is quieter. I make far less food and wash fewer clothes.
No, I do miss them. I feel that we became more than mother and daughter in the last few years. I hope we became friends.