A piece of my heart got out of the car and told me goodbye at 4:54…

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The time was 4:54 as I backed out of the driveway. I will never forget the moments and days leading up to the time.

A piece of my heart got out of the car and told me goodbye at 4:54.

About a half an hour earlier, she had finished packing up the car. She had one suitcase and a duffel bag. She had multiple boxes that were to be shipped out later. She came and told me she was ready to go. As I got into the car, she said, “Mom, don’t cry” I never responded. I couldn’t.

As I pulled in the driveway where she wanted me to drop her off, I put the car in park and pulled out the plastic baggy I had stashed in my purse while she was loading the car.  I had kept that baggy in my jewelry box for many years. It contained the diamond earrings from her great-grandmother who had passed away many years ago. I leaned over and put them in her ears one by one, telling her always to check the backs to make sure they are tight, not to take them out unless she gets a second hole and move them there, and never, ever sell or lose them.

I then handed her $100 and said, “If you ever get into a bind, you call me.”

She responded, “I will call you anyways Mom”.

She reached across the seat towards me. I grabbed onto her and lost it.

This surreal moment was happening. She was leaving early in the morning on a plane out to L.A. She was flying across the country.  She was going to a place I did not agree with and staying with people I am unsure of. She was going against my wishes. She was leaving school. She was leaving everything behind her. I felt like she was walking into the lion’s den and it scared the shit out of me.

She too lost it and she cried, “Thank you Mom. Thank you for everything. I know you still believe in me and that’s the only thing that keeps me going. Just thank you Mom. I love you more than anything.”

My heart broke in a million pieces in that moment. I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to lock her up in her room. I wanted her to finish high school. I wanted my little girl back.

I did not scream at her. I held her tighter in that moment that I had her. I was the last to let go. I knew from the first day she told me what this was going to be and how it would play out.

She told me a few months ago that she was leaving home when she turned 18.

Originally, I told her over my dead body. I certainly wasn’t going to make it easy for her. But in my heart, I knew what she knew. She was going to leave and I couldn’t stop her. I had to let go. And I couldn’t burn the bridge with her, nor did I want to.

No, I absolutely do not agree with her choice in her life right now. Out of everyone, she knows this best, and she knows why. But she also knows that no matter what I will always believe in her. I will always love her. And I will always expect great things from her. I expect her to dig deep. I expect her to remember her roots and all the lessons I taught her. I expect her to make it. I expect her to ask for help if she needs it along the way.

And I also hope that she finds what she is desperately searching for. I had a million dreams for her, but perhaps those dreams were mine. I still don’t totally understand all why she needs to do this. Perhaps there is a part of her that needs to understand herself and what she’s made of. She told me she feels “stuck” here in this small town.  And honestly, there is a piece of me that understands that feeling. I too have felt that before at a time in my life.

I hope she learns herself as she needs to. I hope that God will keep his hand upon her. I hope that she will one day return, wiser, still thankful, and with growth.

I hope she receives grace along the way and can fully recognize and appreciate it.

And more than anything, I hope she gets what she needs when she needs it.

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“I TOLD YOU NOT TO SIGN THE PAPERS!!”

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I grew up most of my life in a small town. I couldn’t wait to leave and see the world. I knew there was more than what I knew, saw, or experienced and I wanted to soak it all in. After contemplating working on a cruise ship, I decided to go one step further; I joined the Navy at 19. Boy was Dad mad at me!

I can still hear him yelling at me that day, “I TOLD YOU NOT TO SIGN THE PAPERS!!” In my defense, I didn’t want to be told no.

The first time I told Dad that I wanted to join the Navy he laughed. He wasn’t the only one; my boyfriend at the time laughed, my friends laughed. I remember being told, “You’ll never make it through boot camp!”

I told Dad I was meeting with the recruiters that day. He said, “Fine. Go talk to them, but don’t sign any papers!” When I got back home I was so excited. Dad said, “Well?” I exclaimed, “I leave in two weeks!”

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO SIGN ANY PAPERS!!”

I get it now because I’m a parent. At the time of my enlistment, the Persian Gulf War was in progress.

The thing is.. I was ready to leave that small town. I needed to leave. I needed to see what else was out there. I wanted to explore. Signing those papers was empowering to me. It meant getting out of dodge, sailing the horizon, meeting new people and experiencing new experiences. I was so ready! And honestly, I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. So Dad, sorry that I caught you off guard, but I was 19 and I was ready to sign those papers. I needed that and I’m actually pretty proud of myself that I did it!

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