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Monday
Sep122011

Earthquakes, Hurricanes and Sending Her to College

I knew exactly what it was the minute the couch swayed.  An earthquake in upstate New York.  I’d been through “the big one” in San Francisco in 1989.  So when I felt the gentle rocking, and then the stillness, my thoughts flicked to the fragility of our place on this fairly fragile planet.
 

Sometimes nature mirrors our own interior landscape.  And so the late summer and early fall before I sent my girl off to college continued to be a crazy quilt of disasters; fires in Texas, hurricane Irene, followed by the aptly named “Lee” and then Katia, whipping those of us on the east coast into more paroxysms of frenzy.   My own rising anxiety was trebled by watching pre-Irene cable news coverage for eight hours straight.   Not recommended to keep calm and carry on. 

At home we hunkered down.   We changed the batteries in the flashlights, bought the bottled water and rolled up the rugs.  Our house was spared.  But when the flood waters from Irene receded in our town, we were all reminded that none of us stand in the control room of life.

And then the main event.  The real reason for my interior upheaval.  A very clean room.  The morning after we dropped my second child—our first daughter—off at college, my husband and I each separately passed her room and quietly wept.  The bed was made, the floor immaculate, the closet almost empty, containing only objects too unimportant to be packed. 

A hole was punched in our family when our son left three years ago.  But this hole was different.   Our daughter had been present in ways too complicated to articulate.   She was my sometime confidant, the baker of chocolate chips, the pinch hitting babysitter/driver for her twin sisters, the little girl that had grown up, but still toggled between those two different-aged worlds under our roof.  Her close knit group of friends had flitted in and out of our house for years, enthusiastically calling out hellos, hanging out in her room or outside, tanning on towels.  She brought into our home the wonderful background thrum of teenagers in all of their in-the-moment-up-to-the-minute ebb and flow of enviously self-absorbed lives.

And then in the wake of her departure…the anniversary of September 11th.    A somber reminder of the day, one decade ago, when our lives, outlooks, world views and complacency changed forever.

I haven’t watched many of the specials or news stories on TV about the anniversary.  I saw enough ten years ago and in the intervening wars and memorials and remembrances since.  Watching just makes me sad. I don’t need to watch to remember.   How can any of us forget?

And yet when I look at all of the things that have transpired on that day and after “the big horrible thing” on September 11th , I am constantly reminded that people survive.  They endure incredible things.  They pull themselves from the brink of rubble and disaster, terror and grief and they begin the slow climb back to the top.  

And here is what I know.  This is what I have personally seen and experienced.  Human beings are built to survive.  The flower grows miraculously from between the crack in the cement.   

 

September 11th will forever be etched like Pearl Harbor day as a fulcrum event in our country’s history.  It also happens to be my wedding day.   A wonderful cobalt blue sky in 1988; an Indian summer September year when I said “I do” to my best friend, my love.  And I never once looked back, despite my understanding of what commitment and “forever” means 23 years later.

On a phone call recently with my daughter, she tells me it’s a day she is missing home a bit.  I know what she is missing; that easy feeling of friends in lock step since elementary school, the security of being a senior at the top of the pile, the king of the world.  She’s missing the warm walls of home, a dinner made, a kiss good night and her snuggles with Dad.  She’s missing a structure where there is a higher power and a set of rules that are not open to dispute.  As a freshman she is at the bottom of the heap in a new place, with few connectors to her old life.  She has to set her own new boundaries.  

After the cataclysmic winds of a hurricane comes the calm, the clean up,  the damage assessment.  And after the hurt comes the chance to heal.  It’s all in choosing to move forward, even though there might be another hurricane brewing offshore, another hijacker on a plane, another unimaginable diagnosis.  

Change, transitions, the possibility of failure, cutting the umbilical cord; these are all big things.  It’s scary out there.  And she’s just left the nest.   And yet I know my girl will hit her stride not only in college, but out in the great wide world beyond those four years. She will find her place in the universe, even as I walk past her room and grieve the loss of her place right here. 

 

 

Friday
Aug192011

Preparing To Send A Kid To College-Part 3

You've dropped them off and now what to expect-- and the unexpected too.  The last and final installment of the college send-off blogs.  Whatever you are feeling is normal (within reason).

Part 3 http://leewoodruff.squarespace.com/blog/2010/8/14/part-three-life-after-college-drop-off.html

 

Thursday
Aug182011

Preparing To Send A Kid To College-Part 2

For everyone in the college launch process, here is part two of tips-- the actual drop off bring sunglasses!

Part 2 http://leewoodruff.squarespace.com/blog/2010/8/12/college-drop-off-day-part-2.html