Just found out today that a friend's daughter is jetting off to New Zealand now that she has graduated. Her mum thought she was going for a year but discovered at the airport that the trip is two fold. After NZ her daughter is going on to the US for a further year.
My friend is proud that her daughter has the confidence and spirit to do this but she admits that she has mixed emotions. She can't imagine how she'll cope with the distance and the duration.
It all seems like a great adventure and made me think about how My Mad Mother must have felt when I went to Uni. According to My Darling Dad she howled like a banshee all the way home in the car. I was only going 40 miles up the road.
Our boys are all still at home. That suits me. I'm not quite ready to let them go, just yet, although I do know the time will come.
Their dad on the other hand has mentally packed their bags, waved them off and converted their bedrooms into a photography studio and a games room respectively. The moment they look like realising his dream, he'll have the flags out and be cartwheeling up and down the street.
He loves them really.
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