Two weeks ago my brother, Uncle Greg, and I took Hayley, the baby, to college. That was one insanely busy weekend. Actually, busy doesn’t even begin to describe a weekend where two people are being driven to college, one in North Carolina and one in Pennsylvania. Hayley was first. We drove her the ten plus hours down to North Carolina on a Thursday, stayed for the parent activities and drove home on Saturday. Mariah then left for school early on Sunday. Mariah, the big sister, insisted on going with us to take Hayley to school, therefore heading back to her own school a day later than her roommates. I think her decision was partly because she wanted to be there for Hayley and partly because she wanted to see the cute southern boys.
Mariah is a sophomore this year and while her departure last year was emotional, it was less traumatic as I knew that I could see her anytime. Her school is only an hour or so away, but I don’t have that same luxury as far as visiting Hayley. She’s never even been to sleep away camp, yet she, the youngest of our four children, chose the school that is the farthest away.
While I’ll miss her terribly, I’m excited for her and proud of her independent decision. She wanted a different atmosphere than how she was raised. She opted for a southern school, hoping for deep rooted traditions and gentlemanly young men. I hope that for her too. I’ve often felt that she was a little southern girl at heart, like her nana, the person from whom she inherited her beautiful red hair and expressive green eyes.
Off she went with her brand new cowboy boots, excitement to rush for a sorority, and a head full of sisterly advice from Mariah. The campus is beautiful and her roommate seems “normal.” Phew! It’s been a little over a week now and so far, so good. Go Hayley! See you soon at Parents’ Weekend!
Anyone else out there having the occasional meltdowns now that your little birds have left your nest? How are you dealing with your new found extra time and eerily quiet house?