We have become like an aircraft carrier. The girls land with us for awhile, then take off again. Last month Sarah came back from her summer trips away; this month Rebecca packed up for her Junior year at Amherst. Rebecca packed the car herself; it could not have fit another toothbrush.
Rebecca's room looked stark when we arrived. But Rebecca immediately had ideas of what she wanted to do with it, and went to work with Sarah and me to haul and carry. It wasn't just the full load from our house - more furnishings had been stored at Amy's sister's house down the street.
Four carloads later, the room had become pure Rebecca, filled with things we and others in Rebecca's life had made or given her and other things she had picked for herself. How can anything be so right, and so hard, as to help your child leave you to make her new home?
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