Releasing Children At Age Eighteen

I had the easiest time letting go of my oldest. She and I were not getting along any more. I had to drag her to college and help her sign up. I stood in line after line, to get her enrolled. She who acted like I was a devil begged to return home. The answer was no. I wanted less trauma and drama. The middle daughter had pretty much left us at age ten. She was an easy let-go. We barely knew her now. The baby was ill the day we got her into a car for college. She had to be on campus that day, so we took her anyway. She had a temperature of over a hundred and two. Made no difference, by then I was into my new hobbies. Things I could not do with them around – cartooning and painting. They would have made fun of me for it. I ended up adopting dog after dog after dog though. So I could take care of something after they were gone.