Those of you who read my blog or are my friends on Facebook or read my tweets or talk to me in person know that this has been a rough summer / year for me regarding my relationship with my daughter. For many years Clare and I were uncommonly close — she told me pretty much everything about her life and we did things together more than I think the average mom and teenage daughter did. Suddenly, and I cannot pinpoint exactly when it happened, Clare stopped sharing things with me and chose to hang out with me less and less often. I knew that this was perfectly normal behavior and that I was lucky to have had the close relationship with her for as long as I did, but it still felt like a slap in the face. I still felt like I was breaking-up with someone. I didn’t handle it well.
This summer was the worst — she was rarely home between 2 pm and 1 am and slept until at least noon most days. Again, I knew this was normal behavior — after all, this was the last time she’d see her friends for a while. On top of that she began working at a part time job and started seeing a young man she’d met through some friends. I felt like one of the parents in the Peanuts cartoon strip. Never seen and only heard as an indistinguishable and annoying noise.
So, dropping her off at college yesterday shouldn’t have been a traumatic experience for either of us. She was clearly ready to try out her wings and I was ready to not wake up at midnight wondering where she was and who she was with and when she was planning on coming home. I’d long since stopped saving up things I wanted to tell her — little tidbits from my day or thoughts I’d had about something I read — because by the time we were able to talk whatever I wanted to say lost its importance to me and rarely seemed of interest to her anyway.
We’d not read the dropping-off-your-student-at-Sarah-Lawrence-College information — Clare read it but most of it didn’t register with her. I think I just didn’t want to think about it so didn’t see that we were actually supposed to arrive at 8 am for a day of orientation etc. We saw that she’d be able to move into her dorm at 11 so shot for that time of arrival. We also didn’t anticipate an accident on the New Jersey Turnpike that caused 15 miles of stop-and-go traffic. We got to the school around 2:30 and annoyed school officials handed Clare her registration materials and room key. Not a good way to start out at college. Lesson learned — don’t expect your teenage child to read important registration information. I’m not sure we actually got the information ourselves — I think Clare got it in an email from the school.
When we finally got to the dorm, her roommate was waiting for her outside. Clare’s known her roommate for most of her high school years, if not longer. She showed us to their room — on the lower level of the dorm. I was shocked to see such a dreary room considering the price we are paying for the school (now officially the most expensive college in the country). There was one dim light in the room, not counting the lights by the girls’ mirrors. The beds were metal with plastic covered mattresses. Sarah’s bed was already made — she’d arrived on time — but Clare’s looked so depressing. We unpacked the truck (full to the brim) and brought her belongings into the room she’d call home for the next year, at least.
Clare and Sarah had to go to a mandatory meeting so Sarah’s parents, Dean and I stayed in the dorm and tried to fix the room up a bit. I didn’t want to do too much because I knew Clare would want to make the room hers, so I simply made the bed. Sarah’s parents set up a bedside table they’d just purchased and Dean put light bulbs in the colorful lamp that Sarah brought. Those few changes made the room much more cozy.
The college had the day tightly scheduled with meetings and a set “Goodbye” time. We were scheduled to say goodbye to Clare between 5 and 5:30. She came back from her 4:30 meeting at 5:15, commented on the bed being made, then told us it was time to say goodbye. She looked, to me, a little more unsure of herself than she had all summer — more vulnerable, but perhaps that was me, projecting my feelings on her. I certainly was not feeling strong, but she’d earlier begged me not to cry and I didn’t cry. We hugged her goodbye, snapped a few photos and left.
The crying didn’t start until we stopped for dinner at a service plaza on the New Jersey Turnpike where I sat in a stall the ladies room and shed the first tears of the day. I’d been thinking all the way back how I’d not really prepared her for this day. How I’d neglected to read the registration day information, how I’d forgotten to buy her laundry detergent. How I’d not insisted we shop for some dorm things together even though she was adamant that she and Sarah would do it. I worried that she’d not get enough to eat since her meal plan didn’t include breakfast (her choice). I kicked myself for not buying that mini fridge for Clare because I was upset that she’d not found the time to go to Costco with me. By the time we’d reached the service plaza I’d pretty much decided I was the world’s worst mother and I felt bad for Clare that she had me as a mother. That is what I cried about in the ladies’ room.
When we got back home and went to bed I cried for myself. I cried because that always awake inner ear that mothers have would not be used to listen for Clare anymore. That if she needed me and called for me in the night I’d not hear her because she was 4 hours away. I cried, remembering the infant we brought home from the hospital a little over 18 years ago. I cried because I felt that part of my soul was now elsewhere.
I also thought about some of you — you who’ve lost children or wanted children and were unable to have them. I thought how selfish I was being and that she was only in college — a natural part of growing up.
Is suspect that the next few days will be rough, but I’ll eventually get used to her being gone. We’ll see her in two months if not sooner, and she’ll be back for Thanksgiving (although, if my friends are correct, won’t stay home much when she’s back).
Clare’s grown up to be a remarkable young woman (despite my shortcomings) and I’m very proud of her. I’m just in a new stage of parenthood with her. And of course, we have two more years before our son goes off to college. Wait until that blog post.
10 thoughts on “Clare goes to College”
Dona, all I can do is send you a hug and tell you to cut it out. You are not selfish. All of us go through losses and some are necessary losses and others are surprises and some like mine exceptional and unusual.
You know I have been crying myself to sleep most of the summer and I won’t talk about it here, this is your blog – your space for support and that is why I am here.
Thank you for sharing all of this.
I do want to say to you, there is simply no normal anymore. I have friends with daughters that just remain close, I have friends with no kids, I have friends with sons that just hang out and are neither close or far away and distant. Life is Baskin and Robbins XX number of flavors.
I cried with you all the way through reading this and I thank you for being my friend for so many years.
I’m ten years away from this for my oldest (if she goes away–her life track is not going to be average, I think) but what I kept thinking about was my drop off at college and the summer preceding and damn it, there are things I would have done over.
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Just to comment on the writing, rather than the content: it’s very powerful, and moving. Perhaps because of all the emotion behind it.
I love your sense of humour shimmering through Dona. 🙂
You’ll be just fine.
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Thinking of you…
Not to minimize what you’re feeling right now, but I think some of the best years of parenting are just ahead for you. I loved it when my daughters would come home from college–I loved seeing how they had changed, and sniffing out other people’s influences on them. Suddenly, without my having to lift a finger, they were turning into lovely, funny, interesting grownups. There’s no better reward than this for living through the teenage years.
Sounds like you have been a great mom to me, and you should be proud of yourself – for raising a daughter who was ready for the big wide world, and for having such a great relationship with her. I firmly believe that that closeness will come back, once she’s spread her wings and found her independence.
Clare is a remarkable young woman and you have done a fine job as her mom. You two have a strong foundation and that will always be there. I remember (vaguely) when I was a college freshman–thoughts of my parents and siblings were hardly in the forefront. It’s all part of the growing up process. It’s really want we want for our kids yet it’s hard to adjust when it happens. But then, isn’t all of life like that–adjusting to the change and learning to live the new normal.
All parents who care about their kids go through angst when their kids go off to college; the only difference is what kind & level of angst. But it’s temporary, they come home, at least for a while, and you can reach them almost 24-7 via cell, Skype, IM, or your other choice of Internet technologies.
One piece of advice I heard is shut the door to their room, leave it shut, and never go in it for a couple of months. It lessens the reminder of who’s not home.
The next challenge is when they return, and they have morphed into young adults, or at least are mid-morph in that process. Then you (or certainly I) try to talk to them as kids — just like we used to — and they want to addressed and considered as adults. It’s yet another transition. I’m still working on it.
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Mom, you are the world’s GREATEST mother and I love you so much. I see no shortcomings. You helped me grow to be the best version of myself I could be. You encouraged me in all the right ways, accepted my natural eventual rebellions, and I think the only time you tried to change my opinion on something was when I thought I was afraid of bugs, saying to me: “Clare you are NOT afraid of bugs. You kiss them and give them hugs.” You fought for me in school when my teachers couldn’t handle my weirdness. You helped me chose the perfect cat companion for my formative years. You’re always there for hours long phone conversations multiple times a week. You’re the best and you never let me down. Thank you for being the world’s greatest mom. I love you.
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