she packed her bags and moved to utah.
because we (chris and i) are what they call "helicopter parents," we packed our own bags and went with her.
to utah.
but, we did what good helicopter parents do. we came home.
with broken hearts. that may sound a bit dramatic, but it's a weird, sad feeling letting go of the baby you held, and smelled, and fed from your body, and tickled, and laughed with, and braided their baby hairs, and taught them to say MOM and DAD, and held their tiny hands SO many times. 18 years is a long time to nurture and love. so when that baby isn't tiny anymore, and wants to leave more than stay, it sort of rips your heart into pieces.
even when that baby sometimes would make me want to kick her to the moon!
just for a visit.
i never wanted her to stay on the moon forever.
and i guess that's what makes it easier. she's coming back!! she wants to pack some bags and come back home for a visit.
she misses us.
and when she is here, i'll be the best helicopter parent ever!
i'll make breakfast for her. (but only if she gets out of bed before noon.)
i'll drive her wherever she needs to go. (but only if she makes her bed.)
i'll do her laundry at least once. (if she asks me nicely.)
i'll even braid her hair over and over again.
but most of all, i do hope she will take my hand in hers for a moment as she remembers me taking hers.
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