
It seems to be every parent’s dream to send their kids off to college, so they can get a great education pursuing what they love and find a successful, well-paying job and eventually settle down and provide them with grandchildren some day. In thinking about all those big goals, it’s easy to forget about the little stuff leading up to the great milestones in life. The graduations. The packing and unpacking. Getting rid of old treasures from your childhood room and most importantly, the good-byes. But as my older sister is going off to college next fall, I am going to try and focus on the little things first, and deal with the big goals when they are actually a little more in reach.
I still remember when my mom could not believe that my sister and I were starting elementary school, then middle school and then eventually high school. When events are so far away, you tend to put them in the back of your mind, knowing that they are going to occur, but always feeling like they are never going to actually happen. This is exactly how I had been feeling in the months leading up to my sister’s graduation. But when graduation day finally came, it was bittersweet. I was so happy for her knowing she will be going off to a great college with a world of new experiences, but also sad knowing I am losing someone who is one of the closest people to me in my life and one of the few who has known me my entire life.
At her graduation party, many people came up to me and said, “I bet you are excited to be an only child next year!” I would give a smile and laugh, and just kind of nod my head yes, but as more people started to say that to me, I started to wonder if I really was excited about that prospect.
Well, am I? I have been going over this question for quite some time in my head. Will all of the attention be to my advantage, or will my parents not know when enough is enough?! Will what used to be once-in-a-while quality bonding days now be every second of every day? Aaarrrggghhh! But there will also be some perks to this situation: not having to share a bathroom, getting my parents’ undivided attention when I want it and not having to pick up after my messy sister. But don’t get me wrong, none of these things overrides the sadness I will feel when I no longer see my sister every day.
I’m sitting on my couch writing this, only about one week into summer—T-shirt, shorts and all. We will both be home for the majority of the summer, taking advantage of all of the time we have together (well, most of the time). So when it is time to send her off in August, I am going to remind everyone to stop for a minute and think about the here and now, and to worry about the “down the road” a little more down the road.






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