As I mentioned in my previous post, my oldest moved out this month, and I’m proud of her. She’s only been gone two weeks and yet it feels like it’s been forever.
She has come to visit both of the Fridays that she has been gone. It was great, the first week, we all got to watch Home Alone together, which is our traditional Christmas movie. And, she and I have continued our friendly rivalry in our games of Canasta, a card game played with 6 decks of cards. She beat me last time, a rare occurrence, so far!
It took some getting used to at first as I had to remind myself that I didn’t need to leave the outside light on for her. But, it’s also not the first time she’s left home; last year, she participated in the Katimavik program and was away for 7 months. That experience was great for her and really helped her grow. It also helped me to realize that she’ll be ok on her own.
She’ll be better than ok, actually. She will thrive. She needed to spread her wings.
She is wise beyond her years. She is insightful. She has strong opinions but is not head-strong or stubborn about them. She is very observant and pays close attention to people and how their words align (or don’t) with their actions; she is not easily influenced. She is really smart and the world is lucky to have her. I’m lucky to have her. I’m blessed.