My little girl left yesterday to go to outdoor education camp with her grade 6 class. Okay, she’s not actually that little, I know, and she’s more than ready for a week away with her friends and teachers from school. But I was a bit teary and feeling tender as we pulled up to the school and schlepped her gear to the waiting bus. She saw my moist eyes and shot me a wide-eyed look of despair: please, please don’t gush and embarrass me with a million kisses and hugs, Mom! But that’s all I wanted to do.
I wanted to squeeze her until the very last minute before she got on that school bus.
I held my enthusiasm in as much as I could. I know she needed me to send her off strong. I took a deep breath and gathered my reserves. Suddenly I had a vivid memory of the first day I took her to daycare at 2 1/2 years old. She was a very social kid and was interested in the new toys and teachers that greeted us. I was encouraged to stay and play for a little while but then wisely told to move on without a lot of goodbyes or delays (those teachers were so smart!). It was terribly difficult to leave her, but I knew I had to go. I looked her in the eye as I stood at the door and signed “I Love You” before heading outside. I did that each and every time I left her at daycare, and it very slowly got easier to turn away and head out the door. Some days she cried when I left -tears would literally pour out of her eyes as she signed “I love You” back to me. But some days she didn’t cry. Some days I would have to call her name to catch her eye as she ran in and began playing with another little friend. But either way, soon enough we created a routine that always included saying “I Love You” in sign language before separating, and it was all ours.
Back at the school bus yesterday, I gave her a long hug and told her I loved her, and to enjoy every minute of camp and to tell me all about it when she got back. Then, because it was time for her to go, she turned around and started walking away, but before she got too far, I called her name and signed, “I Love You”. She smiled and signed it back to me, and I felt so much better.
Ella signing “I Love You” with me & her brother, 2010
7 thoughts on “Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow…”
So sweet. I’m an empty nester mom, but I still remember those “first days of”. I even remember my mother crying when she walked me to the public bus stop for the first day of HIGH school. I didn’t get it. That was then……
Wow, you and your mom sound just like me, lol. My kids roll their eyes and laugh when I get “happy tears” watching sappy movies and commercials…
that is such a sweet tradition you have with her! I remember going off to 6th grade camp, such a fun time, but now as a parent, I’ll probably cry too.
Oh, yes, it’s tough to let them go even when they get bigger (my daughter is over 5 feet tall so I admit it’s a little ridiculous for me to get sappy in front of her friends)…but I do.
Great post Lee Ann. Hard to imagine my Ella growing up and going away on a trip like this, but I guess she will…
Such a sweet message Leeann. I always love the photos you attach as well.