This blog was posted originally on another site August 20, 2007. On May 7th, 2011, we watched as our Megan crossed the stage to receive her Bachelor of Arts degree from Queens University of Charlotte.
I’ll tell you about her four year adventure in an upcoming post. For now, join me in remembering the day we parted, and celebrating the end of a journey that came to pass so much more swiftly than we could have imagined!
Everyone Deserves a Chance to Fly
We’ve anticipated the day we’d have to leave Megan at Queens and make the long walk back to the car without her. Sometime in May, Megan and I started the grieving dance and talked about how much we would miss each other. I’ve been planning activities that will keep me busy through the end of the year. “I’ll have more time to scrapbook after Megan leaves,” I’ve told myself for the past several months. “I’m going to sign up to take some online classes as I’ll have much more time after Megan leaves.” In an effort to give myself something to look forward to this week, I saved a few magazines to read when I returned home. I started a very long and involved novel that doesn’t contain mothers or daughters, stories about rites of passage, college campuses or poignant moments when people realize the value of familial relationships. And when Blockbuster offered me a free trial of their new mail-order DVD program, I jumped at the chance to lose myself in a couple of movies a week so as not to notice how quiet the house would become without the Princess in the castle. So, how’s that workin’ for me?
Despite the fact that Megan has left us little post-it notes throughout the house that say “Megan misses you,” I have done remarkably well. If I was so inclined, I suppose I could convince myself that she’s just gone off for a few weeks to visit her dad or that Barnes and Noble has increased her hours. Denial is a place I tend to visit often, it’s true. But today when I signed on to MySpace, I discovered a comment left by my baby girl. I excitedly clicked on her page to send a loving, sentimental tome right back only to find that her page now says she’s a “Female, 18 years old, Charlotte, North Carolina.” I took a sharp intake of breath and a lump formed in my throat. “NO!” I screamed. “She’s still my baby! I’m not ready!”
Too late. She’s already made many friends, played poker till dawn, crazy-danced to 80s music, eaten smores by the fire pit, and spent $300 for books. I wouldn’t take that away from her for anything in the world. In the midst of one very brief but emotional phone call back before the fun-filled orientation activities began, she questioned whether she would fit in at this school. Part of me wanted to say, “Uh..no Megan. You won’t. We’ve made a terrible mistake leaving you there and I have turned this truck around and we’re coming back to get ya!” But in reality, she’s right where she belongs.
Megan gazed at the statue of the Goddess Diana in the courtyard of Queens University of Charlotte for the first time when she was nine years old. Since then, her paths, dreams, interests, our conversations, her academic performance, test scores, applications and interviews – everything has come together into a perfect synergy. The Universe has spoken – our Megan is right where she needs to be. And true to her reputation, Diana will protect our daughter for the next four years. Megan is in the hands of the Great Mother now.
What exciting adventures await our little one? I can hardly wait to find out.