“Have you seen my post yet, Mom?”
It was unusual to actually hear her voice, live. Most of the time since she left for college we’ve been reduced to communicating by text. I miss her.
“No….” I respond cautiously. “I’ve been at work all morning. Trying to get ready for next week, you know. Am I going to laugh or cry?” Something about this seemed, well, official.
“Neither. We made us official on Facebook. And then this guy…well, I’ll just send you the link.”
I exhaled, unaware that I’d actually been holding my breath. It seems that ever since she left, exactly one month ago, I’d been girding myself for what would come next. Facebook official – it’s been a long time coming. I guess after a month of actually living in the same city they decided it was going to work.
I’d teased her in the past about being tough; she wasn’t interested in letting anyone tell her what to do, not even the boy she liked. She has been perfectly content with their long distance relationship-their boundaries were clearly defined when they left their summer camp romance a year ago, and true to her word, she didn’t miss a thing about senior year of high school. But he clearly had a hold on her heart…
Back in March of 2013 I wrote about her at sixteen, full of spunk and stubbornness and girl power. I wrote about raising a strong girl, and the awe with which I watched her move through her high school experience with a confidence that was foreign to me. She, at sixteen, exuded the kind of power I only dreamed about at that age: the power that comes from possessing a strong body and mind, harnessed together to propel her down ski race courses and through teenage crises. She inspired me.
And as I wrote that essay, sitting in a ski lodge as I have so many, many weekends, my heart swelled. I wondered about her – would she find her passion? Would she go to college? Would she follow her heart? What would come next?
Today, seventeen months later, she’s Facebook official. Still strong and confident, she navigated the stresses of junior year testing, and realized she is NOT defined by her test scores. She studied and socialized and tried a new sport. She took risks. She stepped out of her comfort zone. She listened to me when I told her and her friends in my best teacher voice to ignore those who tried to compare, who wanted to know how their “numbers” stacked up, who wanted their college acceptance lists to be longer and lovelier and more elite than others.
She fell in love, and paced herself. She avoided the girl drama and the boys who couldn’t keep up. She left home for the summer, learned to drive a bus, and figured out that even she could identify the parts of a bus engine. She considered colleges for all sorts of different reasons and thought about what was best for her and her future. And she moved away, 650 miles across mountains and desert to follow her heart.
She is girl power – living life on her own terms. I couldn’t be more proud.
This post was inspired by The Underground Girls of Kabul by journalist Jenny Nordberg, who discovers a secret Afghani practice where girls are dressed and raised as boys. Join From Left to Write on September 16th as we discuss The Underground Girls of Kabul. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.
photo credits to Matt Chirico – Chirico photo
Alicia SSeptember 16, 2014
It’s obvious how much love there is between you. It’s hard sometimes, pushing them out of the nest and watching them fly, but how will will they know that they can fly? Great job Mom!Reply
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Jennifer WolfeSeptember 17, 2014
It is hard – but for me, it was harder than it was for my daughter. She was ready, and she knew it…and I knew it, too. I miss her not living at home- the little things, mostly. And now I live with all boys! Good luck to you ~Jennifer
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alison abbottSeptember 16, 2014
You should be proud Jennifer, she sounds like a great person. The relationship you both have is very special. I feel lucky that we are able to build an honest bond with our kids and was reminded from The Underground Girls of Kabul that many in this world don’t have that luxury and are just spending each day trying to survive. An inspirational wake up call.Reply
Jennifer WolfeSeptember 16, 2014
Thanks, Alison. I’m lucky to have such a neat kid – I think we all just do the best we can, and hope that they’re digesting all the life lessons they see around them. Then, they fly!
JulieSeptember 16, 2014
That’s fantastic! I love your daughter’s confidence and independence. You’ve clearly given her a solid springboard from which to bravely jump into life.Reply
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Jennifer WolfeSeptember 16, 2014
Julie, thank you. A solid springboard…I like that! I guess that’s really the best we can do as parents, isn’t it? Provide the foundation for them, and hope that when they jump, they land safely! Thank you so much for commenting today.
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Thien-KimSeptember 15, 2014
Good job mom. You should be proud.Reply
adminSeptember 15, 2014
Thanks Kim! I’m
Proud of her- and so grateful that she’s happy in this next chapter if her life!
SavvySeptember 15, 2014
I couldn’t help being proud of your daughter – her strong mind and body, her independent courage and her strength. Then I thought of all those girls growing up in Afghanistan. What a waste of potential. I’ve never felt more fortunate to have grown up in this country.Reply
adminSeptember 15, 2014
Yes- a waste of potential is a perfect description. I take raising a daughter very seriously- and seeing her happy is such a wonderful feeling. Thank you so very much for commenting!