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A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

By fromskilledhands ( August 13, 2009 at 9:59 pm) · Filed under Change, New York City, Roots and Wings, New York City, Peninsula, Roots and Wings

Tomorrow my oldest daughter will leave this old house to embark on her new adventure. Her roots will now extend to her other home in New York. Bags are packed, laundry is being finished one last time in this place. Tonight the sisters and a friend are paying homage to the local ice cream parlor for one last ice cream—where they split the scoop so you can get 2 flavors.

I went to the store yesterday and bought staples and sundries at Ohio prices rather than New York City’s. Those items are lined up on the table, waiting to find their places in the bags that will take the trip.

There is a sweetness to these days, when I see my daughter ready to once again spread her wings and take flight. This will have been her last summer here; her apartment in Brooklyn will be her new home. It warms my heart and being to see her make choices that guide her in her adult life. She turned 21 this summer, and she is gliding toward her future, EYES. WIDE. OPEN. And it is good.

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Taking Flight

By fromskilledhands ( April 3, 2009 at 12:03 am) · Filed under New York City, Roots and Wings, New York City, Roots and Wings

For the first time in nearly 21 years, there will be no children in this old house for the next 3 days. #2 daughter is visiting her sister in New York City this weekend.

The flight was delayed by over an hour, which would have made the off-Broadway play for which a friend of #1 had tickets impossible. #2 and I hot-footed it to the airport, and a very helpful ticket agent found the last seat on an earlier flight—-also delayed, but still earlier. She gave me a pass so I could go to the gate with my daughter. Once we were at the gate, and the agent there gave us up-to-date information, #2 said, “You can go now, Mom. I’ll be fine.” A quick hug, and I made my way back to the parking deck—-alone.

The house is strangely quiet this evening. There are no beeps and ring tones that signify teens in touch. There is no fiddle playing and no one telling me about her day. She is off on her first real Great Adventure, sharing it with her sister, who, not so long ago, took her first flight alone.

The words, “I’ll be fine, Mom.” echo in my memory, and I smile, knowing it is so. She is fine, and so am I. We have shared our roots and now we are sharing our wings.