It all started a few months ago when 17yo asked me if I would let her go on holiday with a friend.
After a few seconds of blind shock and panic, I gave the adult answer of “Of course you can as long as you can afford it”. I gave this reason because only a few short weeks after the said holiday she would be 18 and then there would be no stopping her if I refused the first request.
Fast forward a few months and the departure date arrived…. TODAY…. I was fine all day and only a couple of wobbles as the time grew near to leave for the airport. I managed to stay out of the planning despite the ever controlling mother in me wanting to ask a million questions about euros, passports, clean underwear and all the rest of the Mummy questions that could be asked.
I did intervene at the last-minute and insist she knew to write the important details in her phone such as passport number, contact number for her bank should she lose her bank card etc, and I gave her her E111 card (just in case), but apart from that we packed her and said friend off to the airport with a quick hug and smile.
There’s no feeling quite like your eldest daughter leaving for the first time. I never thought she would get on an aeroplane as until a couple of years ago she was adamant she never wanted to fly, and here she is off having adventures.
I couldn’t resist making hubby taking us for dinner to a nearby pub so I could craftily watch the sky for traces of planes at her departure time. As luck would have it we paid the bill with five minutes to spare so we drove back past the airport and happened to be just in time to see her plane take off. I don’t know if that made it better for worse for me. I am happy to see she took off safely, yet sad to have the realisation that she has actually gone.
I have a funny feeling in my tummy tonight, and I know I wont go to bed until I get a text just to say she’s landed safely. The destination airport is open on my browser with updates of arrival times and a glass of wine is at my side.
Five days until my grown up baby is home…. After I hope having the first adventure of many, which makes the next one easier for her Mum to bear……..