Away..Away..

My daughter is back at school..her room has been cleared up..really cleaned up-and it is a mournful sight indeed to see her bed missing and all the tumble of things that is hers.Cleaning her room offered some therapeutic relief..finding memory items,crumpled photos..and millions of elastics..bobby pins and loose coin..but mostly ..a void. This move represented a true move from home.Last time it was to university residence-a mere baby step to independence.Now with a certain exhuberence she is making her home a six bedroomed house with 5 other girls..and \i am trying ever so hard to celebrate this passage- not be in touch daily..to not offer all those little tidbits of tips and advice I have been doling out for the past nineteen years. My tether to her..my line of support has unravelled and I have to start looking at it as freedom..not quite ready yet. I can still smell her intense cologned scent in her room..in my car..