Well technically, she is just going back to University, but my daughter has been home for the weekend.
She is going back today and I always feel a little bit ..... soppy?......y'know, want to hug her more times than I normally would (mom, I love you too but I'm trying to drink my tea..........) for a little while on the day she goes back. Once back to our respective routines, I am glad she is loving her life and being a normal 20 yr old, and I am off on another happy wanderer few days away with the mister tomorrow, so will be touristy and exploring again.
While she was here she did pretty well on the laying around with a snuggly blanket, playing with the cats and eating and drinking, and also did pretty well on the treats front, with a new coat and some money from her grandparents, some new shoes and tights from me, and her pa is going to take her to Asda to stock up, which doesn't always include just the student essentials like pasta, vegetables, tea and coffee etc., but he tends to throw in sweets/drink and fancy bits.........not sure he should be stocking her up with hard liquer but as he says better that than crack cocaine!
These years are the 'bridge' years for her now. My son graduated and lived at home for a short while and then moved in with his lovely girlfriend. They came to lunch over the weekend and are always welcome visitors, and their flat is now their 'home'. My daughter is living in rented accommodation with mates and will probably move to London when she graduates, so sometime in the next few years this house will cease to be her home.
This is good, it is as it should be, the normal way, and yet I want them both to know that there will always be hot water/cats to fuss/food in the fridge/money in small doses/clean beds and me and the mister, here, at what I still consider to be 'their home'.
See...soppy.............yep that's me.