Two weekends ago I took my 18 year old daughter to college.
We flew out together to a campus on the other side of the country, where I helped her move into her dorm room, bought her a veritable sh**t load of dorm supplies at Target, helped her buy her text books (meaning I provided the credit card), attended a few orientations and met her room-mate; the one person on the entire campus that my daughter knew (and they’d really only texted and Facebooked each other a few times during the summer.)
And then I hugged her, told her I loved her, walked out of the dorm, got into my rental car and drove back to the airport to get on a plane back to the East coast.
Leaving my beloved first born child on the other side of the country all by herself.
It was, to put it mildly, one of the most terrifying and confusing weekends of my existence. I dreamed about her at night; blurry, surreal and confusing dreams about the beautiful campus, the dorm and my daughter.
I have so many emotions. In some ways I feel like I’ve got one under my belt. The day I was diagnosed with breast cancer, my first thought was of my two kids who were 12 and 14 at the time. A primary goal I’ve had for my two kids since they were born has been to see them off to college and to make sure they get through their college years with as much support and love as possible so that they’re set up for life on their own as adults.
As I was going through the weekend with my daughter, I kept feeling waves of gratitude that I’m alive and able to be here to see her off to college. One down, one to go. Looking at life in landmark moments like this makes me grateful and full, to know that I’m still here, healthy and whole and around to send my kids off to college.
And the icing on the cake? She likes it. She’s settling into her new routine; getting up early for 8:00 a.m. classes, exploring the campus, meeting new people, loving her dorm room (she says it’s Swagalicious) and taking exercise classes at the amazing campus rec center (believe me, there was nothing like this when I was going to college many years ago). She texts me and I call her periodically which is reassuring for me, and hopefully for her as well.
I got a lot of wonderful information from many of the women bloggers I’ve met online through Midlife Boulevard who shared lots of great advice about how to prepare for and manage through the college process. I’m grateful to the many women who shared their experiences, which helped me prepare both mentally and physically for the emotional roller coaster ride of sending my first child off to college. Special thanks to Grown and Flown, who shared so many useful articles on how to prepare for this experience.
For my friends who will be going through this in the future, here are my top 5 pieces of advice.
- Be flexible about rules during this last summer. They may test your patience as they’re flexing their muscles and learning to grow apart from you, so try to be flexible and don’t get too crazy about rules during this last summer at home. My daughter was out and about with friends 99% of the time this summer and we hardly ever saw her, but ultimately I trusted her to make good choices. I wanted this last summer to be one that was full of memories and love for her, so my husband and I didn’t make a lot of rules and we let her pretty much come and go as she wanted, as long as she told us where she was and answered our texts.
- Plan a summer vacation together as a family, if you can. It may be the last time you’ll all spend together as a family once they get into college life. Make it low key and give them lots of time to just relax and chill, so that they’re ready for the whirlwind of college.
- Order college linens and bedding on line. If your college is far away from home, and they offer this service I heartily suggest that you take advantage of it. The bedding provided will fit those extra long dorm mattresses, it’s very affordable, good quality and you’ll be able to pick the package up on campus the day of move-in without shipping it across country which saves a lot of money and headaches.
- Don’t let your own fears and anxiety about leaving your kid in the middle of nowhere with strangers bubble over onto them. This process is about THEM, not about you. Suck it up and be strong for them (this was advice I kept repeating to myself in my head during the entire weekend). I managed to get through the entire weekend without crying in front of her. I figured there was time to cry by myself on the long flight home, and surprisingly, I never did really lose it. I think the fact that the campus looks like a 5-Star resort may have something to do with it.
- Stay in close touch for the first few weeks. I’m not a helicopter parent, as my own parents were exceedingly hands off parents, so I’ve always wrestled with just how involved to be with my own kids. For the first week after I dropped her off, I just made the decision that it was fine for me to text her and call her a couple of times every day. Since she always responded or picked up the phone, I figured it was okay with her.
Now that we’re into the 2nd week of school, I’m scaling back a bit, but still keeping close. It’s a fine line and I’m certainly not the master but make sure you test how involved to be with your own child and make the judgement call on how much interaction they need. When I was leaving, I made a point of telling her that she could call me any time, any day, any hour of the day or night and that I would always be there to listen, whether it’s good news or bad news. I’m keeping my cell phone on and next to the bed every night, just in case she calls so that she knows that no matter how far away she is, I’m always here to listen and help if she’s in any kind of trouble or just needs to talk.
Now I’m starting the process all over again for my 16 year old son who’s a high school Junior. Have I mentioned how quickly high school flies by? Hug your kids, don’t sweat the small stuff, it all goes by very quickly!
You’re a good mom, Claudia. Kyra will do stunningly well. I have no doubts whatsoever. xo
From your mouth to God’s ears, Sue 🙂 I am pretty comfortable with her independence and self confidence. She seems to be meeting new people and likes her classes so far. xo
I love this! I have four kids, but I remember so well the tangle of emotions I felt dropping that first one off at college. I bawled like a baby! Your list is great and you captured the emotions of the big day perfectly!
It was just that – a tangle of emotions! Thanks for reading…..
Great advice! Mine have been gone from home for a long time now but I remember those days. With my son it wasn’t college he opted for the Marines and before I knew it he was headed into Afghanistan. Talk about stress, fear, gray hair! I was sick literally. My daughter stayed close and goes to USC (Sout Carolina). She is happily married and about to have twins. So we are getting to start the process all over again. She graduates next year and will become a school teacher. Sometimes I think I was actually more worried about her!
Hi Rena – Hope your son is back home now, that would be pretty stressful! Congratulations to your daughter, both for the soon to be twins and graduating to become a teacher next year. My mom was a High School English teacher for many years.
Things are certainly different these days! I couldn’t wait to get to college, certainly wouldn’t have wanted my mother to call or text and enjoyed stepping out of my childhood into college. I never looked back. I do see that kids are different today, though. Most of my friends have a similar experience to yours.
Yes, they sure are, aren’t they? My parents didn’t even take me on college tours before I decided, they expected me to figure it all out on my own. I’m not sure it was the best way to handle, but I was thrilled to be moving out and having independence. It’s a whole new world now.
Hi Claudia,
My husband and I are Airbnb hosts, meaning we take in travelers to stay, similar to a Bed & Breakfast.
Ten days ago, we had a father and son stay with us. They were here in Ann Arbor for the son to start at the University of Michigan — the exact same mission you — only they were from Singapore — a half a world away.
Conrad and I hit it off very well with the two, had fine conversations, gave much advice about the area, customs, etc., and then the night before the father was to fly home, he took us to a nice restaurant for dinner. With tears in his eyes, he said to us, “You are good and decent people. May I impose upon you to be here for my son to talk to or call if he has a problem?”
The next day all four of us went to the airport to see the dad off. I had tucked extra tissues in my purse for the son, but the responsible young man laughed about how he brought his own, knowing he’d be blubbering, too. That walk away from our car must have been one of the hardest things that father ever did. He was crying, too but tried not to show it.
After one week, we had a nice conversation on the phone with the son. And even though these days, skyping with mom and dad back home is a simple procedure, we are happy to be his in-town surrogates!
You are fortunate to be so “close” to your daughter!
Wishing you well,
~Josie
What a sweet story, Josie! That family was so lucky to have you as support through the college process. Thanks for the well wishes!
It’s a bittersweet life experience, isn’t it? You did good Mommy! I was so horrified that I’d be a blubbering heap that I sent David for settling-in duty – I stayed back to tend to our younger kids – and thank God I did! After dropping them off at the airport, I had a air-sucking, mascara-dripping crying jag right there in the airport parking lot! Not my finest moment. So glad you fared better! -Veronica
Yes, very bittersweet. Thanks for the vote of confidence. Next up is my 16 year old, now it’s time to start all over again!