#writeyourselfalive – Day 4
As I got closer and closer to the airport, I could feel heart grow heavier and heavier. Today was the day. I could hear the rushing of the cars beside me, all in a hurry to get to their final destination. I kept my eyes on the road, paying attention to the slower moving traffic I was approaching. The gentle rocking of the vehicle as it raced towards a new beginning for her. I put my clicker on to change lanes as I approached the turn off into the airport; click, click, click. A monotonous rhythm as I turned the wheels. After finding a parking stall and turning the engine off, I hesitated for just a moment to gather my wits. Today was the day. The warm summer air greeted me as I opened the door. Just a tickle of a breeze. I could see the people all around me hustling to either catch a flight or hurry home from one. I waited at the terminal doors for her to arrive. Today was the day. My nerves where building up while my mind was a buzz with the thought that my baby really has grown up. And as she walked through that sliding door, a bundle of energy ready to take on the world, the tears formed in my eyes. She was not my baby anymore. She was a couple hours away from boarding a plane to England where she would start her dream of shaping young minds and molding futures. My baby was a teacher! And as I looked at her so poised and confident, I knew that she would not be coming back the same person I was sending off. And today was the day that my oldest child truly was setting out on her own.