A Darn Good Thing!

There’s something bitter sweet about working yourself out of a job. When your kid graduates from college you get that weird feeling: “I’m kind of done here.” I got that feeling when I took these pictures one recent late afternoon.

Now, on to new territory… Mom as friend and laughter companion and occasional buyer of cappuccinos and perhaps, a less frequent filler of gas tanks. I like this new role.

Yes. It went fast.

Didn’t I just change your diaper? And, weren’t you just learning to use crayons?

“Mom? “Will you French-braid my hair,” and “Can I borrow your eye shadow?” and “Where’s the keys to the car?”

Yes. It went fast.

“You can be anything you want to be. You are smart and capable and beautiful,” I tell her as I weave her hair, right over left, right over left.

I remember.

Now, after countless braids, talks, ballet slippers, tears, books and smiles, we are here. She is an independent woman and she doesn’t need me, at least not in the way she used to. And that is a good thing. Its a darn good thing.