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Today is the Day--Again

Yep, today is another day when I send a child off to a far away land, out of reach and out of my control.

Daughter No. 1 leaves for Dijon, France today where she will spend nearly two months studying French as part of a college program. She will fly by herself. She will take the train by herself. She will move into her dorm by herself. She will feed herself, explore her new surroundings by herself, be in France by herself.

I keep telling myself, "she's a big girl. she's a big girl. she's a big girl." But I keep seeing the little toddler who used to sit in her crib late at night asking me to sing songs to her as she drifted off to sleep, slipping her hand between the bars to feel her mother beside her.

Daughter No. 2 is still in Australia and will not return home until late Monday evening, so for the next three days, my children will be in other countries. Have they no idea what this does to their mother?

Big news, though--later in July, during the weekend of No. 1's birthday, we'll all be in Paris experiencing a jaunty vacation and a little reunion. More on that later. Bon jour.

Comments

Ohhh i'm sure she will be just fine, Robyn. Please try not to worry, i know how you feel exactly. Two of my boys took their first trip to Switzerland. I was so sure i wouldn't sleep that we went on hols too with our other son while they were away (leaving umpteen contact numbers naturally and ringing the school every day lol) - it did help. A bit. lol. She will be fine. She'll have a great time and if you're very lucky, may even ring you. lol. Don't sit by that phone though hoping!
dive said…
Yikes, Robyn! You did the American thing!
"Dijon, France".
Only Americans say that. Like you say "Venice, Italy" and "London, England", as if we'd think you meaqnt Venice Beach (God forbid) …
Hey ho … just a bugbear of mine.

Anyway, Daughter no.1 IS a big girl now, Robyn; a champion rower and all round smart cookie who will have a brilliant time in France. Just make sure you meet her in Paris, France and not Paris, Texas (OW).
Scout said…
Lynn, you're right. She'll have a great time. She is very excited and is looking at this whole experience as an adventure.

Dive, OK Mr. Smartass from the UK. Not everyone here is familiar with Dijon, so I thought I should clarify. I'm pretty sure our plane tickets are for FRANCE, but I'll make sure they aren't for Idaho, Kentucky, Illinois, or Arkansas. That would be quite disappointing.
Scout said…
OH, and by the way, we are also going to London, ENGLAND, so take that!
Anonymous said…
Oh Robyn! I've been to London twice, and it's magnificent!

Enjoy every single minute of it!

How long will you be there?
dive said…
You're coming to London, England? My little town?
WOW!
WHEN, Robyn?
We simply must meet up for lunch or a museum, or even just for a blog photo or for you to hit me for the "Dijon, France" thing.
Scout said…
JanieBelle, actually I have been twice before as well. It really is a beautiful city. We'll be there about a week.

Dive, yes, your very own city will be host to my family, including my mother-in-law (I like my mother-in-law). We'll at least need a blog photo as proof.
Maria said…
God. My 7 year old is going off to spend two and half weeks with her father this month. Just thinking about it makes me feel as if I might throw up.

Your child will be fine. They both will. What a lovely thing to travel like that. I never left the U.S until I was in my late 30's....What a wonderful experience you are providing for her.

And, um...Dive? My first trip was to London, England. Not to be confused with London, Idaho....:)
Peter said…
I saw that you were "the other" admirer of Lynn's painting. This is how I came "here". (There would be a lot more of admirers if they just took the time to got to her specific "painting blog")

I'm sure everything will be fine and that you will have some nice time together in Paris soon (where I live).

(I of course looked a bit on your blog now. Nice and interesting!)
Peter said…
... and I forgot to say that we seem to have similar music preferences (Mozart, Beethoven, Chieftains...).
dive said…
Cool, Robyn!
Let me know when and where and I'll be there. Give me a week's notice so I can take time off.
Woohoo!
Old Knudsen said…
That's what happens when yer kids are international assassins.

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