Yesterday I took my daughter off to University in London. As she has never been away from home, apart from school trips and occasional sleep overs at her friends. No doubt it will be a challenge to look after herself. Tried to cover all aspects, inc. giving her tips on cooking cheap, healthy food blah blah blah....
She was, understandably, apprehensive about the prospect. I didn't realise how these last couple of weeks have had a negative effect on me. I was fine 00 or thought so -- when I left her. It wasn't until I got home it really hit me. Don't mind confessing, I shed some tears. I know it sounds patheic, but given Mrs. P's limitations I've always been there.
Of course we are very proud of her to go to Uni -- it was her decision. At the same time we're wistful at the lack of presence in the house.
She was, understandably, apprehensive about the prospect. I didn't realise how these last couple of weeks have had a negative effect on me. I was fine 00 or thought so -- when I left her. It wasn't until I got home it really hit me. Don't mind confessing, I shed some tears. I know it sounds patheic, but given Mrs. P's limitations I've always been there.
Of course we are very proud of her to go to Uni -- it was her decision. At the same time we're wistful at the lack of presence in the house.