For the past few months it was really quiet over here at HFH. The blog and my social media presence took a major time out. Back in March when I launched HFH I was really naive to think that I would have the time and effort to do this site justice. Then in May it hit me like a ton of bricks, my first baby, our hard working farmhand, our precious daughter was graduating high school and leaving us.
I know that this is a hard time for many people in our situation. I made the conscious choice to just stay in touch through my Instagram page, and otherwise just soak up every minute left with my oldest under our roof. I’m happy to say that it was the best decision I could have made.
The summer months went by like days and the days went by like seconds. Before I knew it August was here and it was time to move my girl to school. I was sad because I would miss her, but happy for the exciting things that would happen in her future.
(One last picture after we set up her room and I left her on her own)
The days and the past few weeks that followed were hard on us for a few reasons.
- Our house felt so empty (even though we still have one more at home and added another as a host family for a college student).
- I was scared and worried for her safety constantly.
- I worried that the “real world” would chew her up and spit her out.
(Her first day of college picture that she sent to please her mama.)
She’s been there for a month now, and I’ve had some time to think about it and while I still worry because I am her mother and she’s only 17 and living 100 miles away from me, I’ve come to peace with it for the following reasons.
- She’s a farm kid. – One of the biggest compliments we heard about this engineering school is that they LOVE farm kids. They want them in their programs because they are hard workers and are able to problem solve better than kids who were not raised on or near a farm.
- Her incredible work ethic. – Farm/Homesteading kids have a great work ethic, because they learned from an early age that chores need to be done and done well before any fun begins. Animals, crops, family members, all depend on them getting their work done and done right.
- Trusting my parenting. – This was the hardest for me the first few weeks, but I’ve honestly come to peace with it. My husband and I have spent the past 17 years parenting her and doing the best that we know. And now it’s time to trust ourselves and our parenting and let her navigate the world on her own.
I’m sad, because I miss her, but I know she misses me, or at least I think she does….enough to text or call me when she doesn’t know how to do something. I know she still needs me, and goodness knows, I still need her.