The room is silent. The ice blue walls embrace me in a gentle hug attempting to console my heart after dropping my girl off at college last weekend.
Her bed is neat and tidy. I think back to the many days when I asked, “Did you make your bed?” Now, I would give anything to peek in the room and see the sheet and comforter catastrophe. Although there were days when I questioned this fact, there is actually carpet in her room. I would rather see any signs of that busy girl’s life tossed on the floor right now.
I sit at her desk. It has served her well. This desk appeared so big when we got it for our little elementary school girl but now, it seems quite tiny. It stayed strong for the projects, late night study sessions and SAT preparation. It has supported victorious soccer trophies and a million picture frames with smiling prom faces and fun girlfriend times.
Above the desk is a framed corkboard with a few pictures, special memory tokens and her college class schedule. In the center of the brown board is a paper titled, “Count Your Blessings” (Author Unknown) with a long row of hash marks:
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.
Although my heart is split between my home and the small college dorm room two hours away, I am counting the blessing of my wise and beautiful daughter. I am so utterly proud of the person she is and the one she is growing up to be.
Young mommies…if you never read another post of mine, please do not dismiss my words below. This transition will happen for you before you know it so:
Hug your kids now!
Kiss your kids now!
Ignore the messy room now!
Teach them now!
Listen to them now!
Play with them now!
Soak them up now!
Giggle with them now!
Love your kids now!
Even though my heart does not seem fully whole, I am participating in Shell’s Pour Your Heart Out meme at Things I Can’t Say.