Wanderlust

I think it's interesting that when I tell people that my youngest daughter has left home once again and is embarking on her greatest adventure yet - alone. I get a variety of responses. What is also interesting is my reaction to their response. Who knew that I could be so bendy?

Older family members tend to response with a sense of fear for her. My reaction is to scoff their response and assure them that she will be fine. After all, she has travelled a lot, she's an adult, that sort of thing.

My peers are a mixed bag, some are in awe of her, and wish they had done the same. Others think it's wonderful, and are considering doing it themselves. Yet others shake their heads and make soothing noises. For me? To soothe me? I have discovered that with this group, I don't assure them of her safety. They already know where I am with all this, and assuring them will not assure me at all. No point.

The last group is the group that I am in awe of - her friends, her peers. Her immediate friends are the most impressive. They comment on her blog all the time, they are the ones assuring me, they give her good sound advice. Just the thought of my daughter having friends that accept her always, are so supportive, makes me a little weepy. Now, anyone who knows me know that I tend to weep over stuff, but this weeping is deep.

So, here is to Alia's friends. I want to be able to give back to you, everything that you have given to us and Alia, but there is no way I can ever do this. Maybe a glass of wine or a cup of coffee?

My hat is off. You are the best. Thank you. I love you all.