My Girl is Now an Orange Woman
A tough couple of days in the Mercure household.
Last week we moved our daughter Aimee into her dorm at Syracuse University in New York. Syracuse is beautiful. Aimee is confident, composed and ready to go. She will do great. I just hope that Michelle and I do alright.
After a 13 hour drive, we made it home on Saturday. It was a quite ride home. As the miles rolled by I felt a real sense of loss. I felt sad, and wounded. I almost felt I was grieving. And when I looked over at Michelle in the passenger seat it was easy to see that she felt even worse. And that made me feel even worse. The 13 hour drive gave me a great chance to think about the last 18 years. Everything we have done and wished we had done to help Aimee grow into a productive young lady flashed through my mind.
Today was hard crawling out of bed. I just felt sluggish and wanted to know that Aimee was doing ok. Her first classes were today. I lingered in the shower and grabbed a granola bar. Michelle was very quiet as she left for work. We were both struggling.
As I was preparing for the show I got a text picture from Michelle. Aimee sent her some flowers with a sweet message. Then my phone rang. It was Aimee. "Hi, dad," she said. "I just wanted to wish you good luck on your show today." She has never called to wish me good luck. I think she just wanted to talk. And so did I. Her first day of classes went well. She made some new friends and has an instructor who it sounds like will challenge her.
Aimee is a great kid. Let me rephrase that. Aimee is a great young lady.