Except in my case it's about the Queenager who is a senior (upper sixth) at high school. Every event is "the last one" so I'm running around with a camera trying to capture every moment. I'm boring the pants off everyone but other senior-parents, talking about which colleges she's interested in and what she might study. I can't help it. It's all so exciting, and a little bit sad of course. (Talk to me again next summer.) You'd think she was moving to Pluto the way I'm going on and if most kids these days are anything to go by, she'll be home as soon as she graduates college anyway.
I"m even thinking of redecorating her room so that when guests use it (as they inevitably will, whether she likes it or not) it won't look as girlie. I'm going to refrain however, as I remember when my own mother messed around with my room and it was a very strange feeling coming back to a room I barely recognised. Actually, the fact that she'd given my room to my brother and put me in the box room probably had more to do with that particular trauma, but never mind. I'm over it now.
I know what's causing it though. Apart from the fact that my eldest is fleeing the coop that is.
It's the thought of being the only female in a house of wet-towel-dropping, burping, smelly males.
Arrghh.
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As a mother who has always been the only female in the house - I feel your pain.
ReplyDeleteHope the boys spoil you. Don't change her room, though, she'll kill you.
ReplyDeleteAs an empty nest mother now I know exactly what you mean....strange emotions at work during such a weird time...but we all survive...only please don't change the room!
ReplyDeleteSo long as you involve her in the discussion about a more grown-up room (for her) I reckon you'd get away with it. Eldest is a lower sixth and uni is not yet a reality, but time will no doubt fly...
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