In 72 hours I will be on a plane to Rome then a whirlwind tour of Italy, with a few stops in Lucerne, Switzerland, Paris , and an extended stay in London. I will miss my Eons - and a few business meetings, but this trip is a big deal. It is for my daughter. I'm a late bloomer in more ways than one, she is my eldest at 16 and will graduate next June with her AA degree from the local college one night and with her HS diploma the next.
Her birthday is coming up and Christmas, so since I remodeled the kitchen and took out a loan, and am not employed full-time my anyone entity (yet) this seemed like a good time for us to be together.
It's girls only adventure. For many of you your children have already left; this summer has shown me so much of my children slipping quietly away into world's, friends and activities of which I have no part.
One part of me is doing cartwheels, the other clutches the tissue box in the event of a tearful departure. At times I feel guilty at this new freedom to be me. Freedom to NOT listen to any music or TV or movie coming from anywhere within my home. Yet I don't experience the freedom of not worrying when the clock ticks and they still aren't home or they haven't called or 'texted' me as to whereabouts or ETAs.
This roller coaster ride of single motherhood - lots of bumps, many tears, more laughter and broad smiles will probably just curve into a milder and tamer ride - who know maybe the tunnel of love might be next :-)
In the mean time I will rejoice in the moment, love exploring new countries (Italy for me and her, Switzlerland for her) and revisiting favorite haunts in Paris and London. Half-price huts here we come ....
