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College Freshman Drop-Off - Phase I

8/19/2018

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PictureBlockers, the movie, has a scene where the daughter goes off to college and leaves her Mama behind.
Let me start with a very important disclaimer - this is all about ME.  This is my emotional rabbit hole. My emotional collapse, and my pity party,  I own it. I am going to revel in it. I deserve it. And I will NOT be talked out of it.  

Like so many of us, for the past 18 years I have been, first and foremost, The Mama.  I have choked back my own vomit when thrown up on and swallowed my tears when hers flowed.  I’ve done my best to keep my shit together when angry. I have been the butt of jokes and the receiver of eye rolls.  I’ve picked up empty plates and glasses and gladly brought ones refilled right back to her. My grocery shopping included her favorite foods of the moment and clothing shopping was nearly life-ending - for both of us.

Deep down inside my broken Mama heart, I know all of these things will never change (although the vomiting may come from a different source than a stomach bug...rum punch never is a good idea, girlie).  

I also know everything will come at me less often.  
I will still have chances to play The Mama in person on school breaks,
weekends visiting her at school, and maybe during a summer or two,
but this is the end of her being totally
mine.  MIne! Mine! MIne!  


THAT is what is excruciating to me right now.  
And honestly, I do not care that she is ready.
I do not care that I am ready.  
I do not care that this is how it is supposed to go and
​that I would be really sad if she wasn’t off living her life.  I do not care.


This sucks.

I am going to take a few days (maybe a week or so) to enjoy my emotional collapse.

Every single first and every single last in the life of my daughter was simply toughening me up for the moment I had to let go of hugging her neck and actually walk, not stumble or crawl, to my car and leave her on the mean streets of Oxford, MS.  I clung to my pride of not cracking yet and was hell bent to hold on - and I did. I have one more sweet child poised to shatter my heart in 2 short years so I kept the ugly cry and snot inside for a bit longer. I took him to visit 2 schools on our way home, the whole time willing him to only ever love Ole MIss so my babies could spend another two years together, and I could move to Oxford, MS and do their laundry for them.

I may have said it out loud to him, as well.   I forgive myself for that one….

The pictures I will always treasure of her move-in day (a.k.a. “move out of my life day”) captured our smiling faces - and those are REAL.  Really real. I fed off of her excitement and suppressed any and every urge to go nostalgic. She set the tone for the day, and all her people followed suit.  We laughed and joked, and I lived in sweet, sweet denial for those last 12 hours. And I am so glad that I did - for her, her brother and for me.

This sucks.

I plan to push my emotional collapse to the brink for as long as I see fit - then all will be right with the world.  But until then, I am going to drink some wine, eat canned frosting from the can, cry some ugly tears, go way too deep into old pictures, and mourn this unbelievably difficult shift that has happened to ME.  

Don’t feel sorry for me.  Not one bit. Other mamas may be far less emotional, some might be worse (although I will go toe-to-toe with anyone who can spiral out better than I can…).  What you can do for all of us shattered women right now is hug OUR necks and maybe just whisper softly to us “This sucks….”

The Epilogue.

I thought I took care of everything.  New checking account with no direct line to my funds, a monthly stipend via Venmo, rules for Amazon Prime, a meal plan.  We bought school supplies, new underwear (dear GOD by the way), an abundance of snacks and (non-alcoholic) drinks.

Uber.  Dammit.

Four emails announcing booked rides. Two missed calls at 12:45 am. $80 worth of Uber charges.

Nothing like a reminder that, in fact, I am still The Mama (or at least my credit card)!  My daughter needs me - this is awesome! (remember it is all about me right now). She still needs me!!!

I am desperate to find out the down low on how exactly one accrues $80 of Uber charges in a town that is literally a square mile.  And shut the joint Uber account shit DOWN. So I wait for the first phone call.

Without even asking she reveals all … rumors of a local police smackdown and  a bizillion citations being issued caused some freshman girl panic.  (a-MEN sister!!!) Itchy to do something on their first night of collegiate freedom, they call an Uber to get some late night food.  Something goes wrong and they cancel the first car. Cha-Ching. Another request and another miss. Cha-Ching. Third time's the charm.  For a big ‘ole Black Cadillac SUV…. to go to the Circle K .83 miles away! TWICE! For Sour Patch Kids and Cheetos! This is THE BEST $80 I have ever spent!  

Epilogue 2

I cut that Uber umbilical cord.

Epilogue 3

It turns out that life does, in fact, go on. Madden 2018 is still here and still all consuming for the boy.  The golf course seems to call to his soul far more than the unfinished summer reading. And tomorrow my daytime hours promise to be all mine again. I do believe The Mama is turning the corner...



19 Comments
Bess Kercher link
8/21/2018 09:53:10 am

Love this, Trish!! It is so hard. And so awesome. You are a great mom. And seriously, wth is the deal with our Uber mojo???😂🙄

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:12:22 am

Sweet Bessy... thank you! And my Uber karma is clearly genetic! ha!

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Sandra Nunley
8/21/2018 11:00:50 am

This made me laugh out loud, and cry at the same time. I am not blessed with kids sadly, but I can certainly empathize at how hard a step this must be in a mama's life.

Sending virtual jugs around the neck - "this sucks".
xoxo

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:14:51 am

So much love right back to ya!

I swear I can barely reconcile the time warp that apparently has taken place between August 1989 and August 2018... weren't we JUST those girls?!?
xoxo

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Martha Barnes
8/21/2018 12:11:21 pm

Every. Word. I. Read. And wept ... and laughed.. right there with you... in the middle kind of Mama-ing......(it helps immensely to know other folks you think a lot of are feeling “it” too)

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:15:56 am

the hardest job in the whole word - being The Mama. And NO ONE does it better than you sweet friend!
xoxo

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Trisha
8/22/2018 09:05:00 am

My junior boy returned to Oxford with my help 12 days ago, yes I still count. It gets easier but I still cry, he calls often he may not need me as much but now wants me around and advice. As for Uber, as a boy he would walk until surge was down. I would pay surge for girl. He now lives one block off square and the extra rent will come from the Uber category. You will both do great!

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:16:47 am

Thank you for your sweet words of encouragement - we will all be ok, right??!!

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Joyce Holtzinger
8/22/2018 12:04:16 pm

Suuuuukks! You have me laughing and crying. At least my kitties won't be leaving for school.

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:17:20 am

XOXOXOOXOXOXOXO

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Paula
8/22/2018 01:32:10 pm

I can so relate. I held it together until I got into the car and the ugly cried all the way back to Florida. Even our Uber charges were similar.

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:18:16 am

No shame in the ugly cry!

And seriously - UBER! Like leeches sucking the money blood from these kids - ha!

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Becky
8/22/2018 09:43:28 pm

This is so true!! I also have a son who will be leaving the next in 2 years. He doesn’t know it but Ive decided he will be going to the local community college that is 7 miles away! I love being The Momma but so glad I raised mine to be able to grow their wings. I just wish it didn’t suck so much! Miss my girl everyday but know she is in Oxford blazing her path-whatever thst may be.

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:20:41 am

Every word is so so true. I wouldn't want it any other way....but it doesn't make it any easier!

I MUST stop talking to my son about his future enrollment in Ole Miss. I am starting to believe it is real and it isn't emotionally healthy to already be searching for a house in Oxford... ha!

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Amy Orton
8/23/2018 12:02:36 am

Spot on, thank you for saying what I couldn’t. This this this!

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:21:26 am

Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.

Hang in there Mama!

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Brenda
8/24/2018 09:15:57 am

...”leave her on the mean streets of Oxford, MS,” I am cracking up! I left my 1st daughter (of 3!) too this year and I think your description of thoughts and emotions is spot on!! And, ummm, we are already looking at buying a condo in Oxford...it’s for the football games, I keep telling my husband...😂

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Trish
8/29/2018 08:22:47 am

Seriously, it felt like she was being left behind in the south side of Chicago.... Lordy! There was a monogramming store across the street - far cry from the thug life! ha!

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Libby Helms
9/15/2018 06:31:35 am

You nailed it. Those memories never go away.

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