It happened, my precious daughter have moved out to her own place. This week (1st week of September 2013) we have helped her to pack her stuff, drove them to her new place, carry things up. Today, the 4th of September, was the D DAY, we took the rest of her stuff to her new apartment. She is now settled.
I knew that this day was going to come, I prepared myself for many years. As I sit in her empty room, hear echo of me typing this blogg of her walls, I am filled with gratitude. I share her hopes and I share her joy. She is taking her first step into adulthood, whatever that is.
I am proud of her, I am proud of myself and I am proud of us as family. I sincerely thank her for being who she is, she is brave, honest and stand up not only for others but also for herself. She is a great young lady with all her future ahead of her. She gave me so many great moments, I cannot thank her enough. She thought me so much about life and myself, there is no way to pay her back. I just want her to know that she is the best daughter ever.
It's the day, it's D day, as in Denise. I wish you all the best. You know that I love you and I'll always will.
I can hardly see what I type, as I wipe tears of joy. Looking forward to new firsts with her. First coffee in her new place, first dinner, first Christmas, first .....
When I mentioned to my mother that I was moving out more than a decade ago – she completely freaked out. Her tears originated from pain and frustration rather than joy: “Why are you leaving me my son!? – What have I done to deserve this cruelty!?” Being situated on a walking distance from her helped to smooth things out – together with seeing each other on a weekly basis. Although I don’t have kids yet, I assume that the strongest love in life is between parents and children – unconditioned, unbiased and everlasting. I therefore understand both your and my mother’s tears Ergin!
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