They hit me unexpectedly: the feels, I mean.
Danica is preparing to move into her own room in a townhouse in Ottawa with three other girls for her second year of university. She commuted during her freshman year, but since her car has been demolished, she has no alternative but to live close to the university. This really had been her plan all along, but there is no alternative now.
You know a milestone event is coming, but sometimes the reality just hits you out of the blue. The fact of the matter is that Danica will be leaving home.
The reality whammed me right between my metaphorical eyes. which I confess leaked, just a little. When the younguns leave, they leave, and nothing will ever be quite the same.
When Shauna left all those decades ago, it hit me more suddenly and even harder than this at the very last minute. We had taken her to get her room set up on the previous day and then brought her back home. Her friend pulled up in the driveway to take her away from home on the next morning. Suddenly, I was sobbing.
My psyche was better prepared for the second child to leave. I knew what to expect, and I dealt with it much better.
But now, Danica, my first grandchild, will be going: not until August and not far, but she will be leaving home, and nothing will ever be quite the same.
It's not the final step of her growing and going, but it is a seminal one.

































