My jitters, not her's. My daughter will go tomorrow for her first day of college since the accident. It has been 5 weeks. I'm the one who is nervous. It feels like her first day of kindergarten. I want to make sure she has all that she needs, but in the end, mom can't make the day go perfectly for B. She is the one who will need to navigate the busy campus hallways, full of students, in a wheelchair that she has never needed before. She is the one who will ask for help to open doors to classrooms and make room for her chair at a desk or table. And only she will be able to push herself to the end of the day without lying down to rest when she needs to, as she has been able to at home.
It's hard. I want to be there as I've always been there. She's going to get her first taste of freedom since September 6. I suspect there will be a bit of euphoria mixed with some trepidation.
And for me ? I will feel as I did when I sent her off on that big yellow bus when she was nearly five years old. And I will wait with baited breath for her day to end and for her to say that it was all worth it.
It's hard. I want to be there as I've always been there. She's going to get her first taste of freedom since September 6. I suspect there will be a bit of euphoria mixed with some trepidation.
And for me ? I will feel as I did when I sent her off on that big yellow bus when she was nearly five years old. And I will wait with baited breath for her day to end and for her to say that it was all worth it.
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