When The Birdies Leave The Nest
Thursday, August 21st, 2008
My daughter went away for an internship program. She’s been going to community college and staying home, but she flew to Florida (HURRICANE CAPITAL OF THE EARTH!!!!) on August 10th, and I’ve been a nutcase ever since. Writing? What’s that? My muse is just as wrecked as I am. 
At least when I went away to college, it was an hour and a half drive from home. Now she’s two hours away—–BY PLANE.
I can’t stop worrying. I can’t stop thinking. I can’t stop obsessing. Somebody please put me out of my misery!
Not only is she the first to leave the nest (if only temporarily since she’ll be back in 4 months) but it’s also the first time she’s gone away. I’m having serious coping issues. Look, I know every parent has to go through this eventually, but it feels like it just snuck up on me. I have two other kids at home, which helps, but I’m still dangerously close to going batsh*t crazy.
The day before she left (Aug 9th) I had insomnia, so I stayed up all night, then I called my mother at six in the morning blubbering and whining.
Believe it or not, she laughed. Of course she said ‘this too shall pass,’ but it doesn’t feel that way at all. It seems like this … um … empty, gnawing feeling will NEVER go away.
I have to RESTRAIN myself from calling my daughter every day. And believe me, it’s hard. I worry that she’s not eating right. I worry about the people she’s hanging around. Even though she’s staying in a gated/secured complex with other kids her age (5 other girls share her suite), I’m still worried about her safety. The building is coed and there are boys in the room across from hers. Thankfully, most of them are gay.
(Yeah, I said it!)
Look, I know I sound like a wackjob, but I can’t help the way I feel.
What’s got my stomach in even more knots is that I’ll have to go through this empty nest thing at least three more times. My youngest is only eleven, but I’m already having nightmares about him tramping off to Europe for a year with some nasty skank he’ll meet one drunken night (having unprotected sex, of course) during his senior trip to Cancun….
Any advice? I’m all ears!














