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Winter break ends at last for our youngest child. Come Sunday, she will pack up her little car with all the must-haves for Spring semester, freshman year. She will make a great fuss over our dog, hug us all, and then drive up the street and all the way back to college (a little too fast for my liking, which I will worry over until I receive a text message to say: here!).
The house, filled with her friends and baking parties, late night movie sessions, day long a capella rehearsals, will fall silent again. No longer will there be boots and heels to trip over when I come home from work, and no longer will I hear her singing as she goes about her daily tasks. Sophie and I will take long walks after school alone, and she will turn her sad doggie eyes upon me as though to say, yes, I miss her, too.
Already, I regret making a fuss over dirty dishes left in the sink, and laundry bins left unattended. Already, I am missing the presence of my child – off to make her mark on the world.
by Sharon Olds