Casey was 3 the first time.
“I’m going to school like my Bubba.”
I walked her to her class and signed her in.
“Bye Mommy I am going to play with my friends.”
“Wait! Give me a hug!”
She did. Some children were crying. Some didn’t want their Mommy’s to leave. Mine? She was enthralled with the prospect of friends.
I stood for a moment watching her little fearless being. Then, I turned and walked toward the door. Tears welling up. “Oh Susan”, I told myself, “pull it together it’s only 3 hours.”
It was the second week of school when she was invited to a playdate. She had made her friends.
She grew and became a little spitfire. Friendly, fun, adventurous. So when she was Senior in high school and announced that she was going to ORU in Tulsa, OK, I was not surprised. I steeled myself and tried to steel her.
“You know, Tulsa is not a drive where I can go to you if you get sick. It’s a plane ride and expensive. Are you sure you are ready for that?”
She was. She did. We flew into Tulsa, my daughter and I and her best friend. We rented a car and went to Sam’s Club to get a membership. Then to Target to get dorm supplies. Then we went to the dorms and decorated her room. We went back the next day and we found the cafeteria, and the medical office in case she needed a nurse. We looked for a church to attend. Tulsa, I had to trust you with my precious creation and I didn’t even know you.
When it was time to say goodbye. My heart pounded just like before.
“Mom, it’s going to be fine.”
“I know.” I hug her tight.
I fly home with her best friend, tears spilling over.
“Oh Susan, pull it together. It’s just 3 months.”