Where I’ll be for the next three days…

When Chicken was five years old, we had a choice to put her on a bus and send her to public school or walk her across the street to a Christian private school.  The private school wasn’t great–most of their teachers were barely educated, and they thought Harry Potter taught witchcraft.  But we chose to walk her across the street instead of putting her on the bus because her little boo-boo face and tiny body just seemed too fragile to send off into the world alone.

Today, I’m driving my baby down to San Diego to ditch her among strangers and throw cash in her bank account every so often while she fends for herself.

I think she might be ready– but her little boo-boo face and her wonderful Chickenness is going to be severely missed.  And since I just spent fifteen minutes bawling on the cat in the bathroom, that’s about as much as I can write about her and still function on the drive.  Wish me luck, everyone.  And I know you wish her well.

0 thoughts on “Where I’ll be for the next three days…”

  1. Donna Lee says:

    I know the feeling well. Nothing anyone says will make it easier. It's one of those things we just have to live through. OUR BABIES GROW UP!

  2. roxie says:

    n76She's going to leave a big hole. But it's a whole new life for her with new people and fun things to learn and do. I'm so happy for her! Hope Zoom boy and Squish can cope. Have them make cards for her.

  3. Galad says:

    Every mom I know, including me, cried on the way back from dropping off their kids at college. It is such a change to everyday life. Hang in there! Looking forward forward to hearing about Chicken's adventures.

  4. grammy1 says:

    I feel your pain!

  5. grammy1 says:

    oh Amy
    I remember the day well….She will do better than you….

  6. grammy1 says:

    I so feel you pain

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