Previously in a blog I told you that I had several events coming up in 2018. Well the weekend of 08/09/2018 was one that will stay with me forever.
But let me start from the years 1998- 1999, The year my youngest child was born. I found out that I was pregnant whilst walking around Warwick Castle, I had to sit down as I came over all peculiar, and said to myself something isn’t right (but it wasn’t wrong either) I recall thinking that I felt pregnant. Of course when I got home I undertook a pregnancy test and it was positive.
Throughout this pregnancy I knew that the child was carrying was going to be strong minded and will want to explore the world. Even when it came to choosing a name, I wanted it to have boldness and stature within the name, be it a boy or girl.
So the day came when this little being was to be born. For a girl, the names were narrowed down to three, they were – Megan, Grace or Kate.
8 hours and 45 mins overdue (from the due date) We were blessed with a beautiful baby girl with lashings of fluffy, almost black hair. Instantly I said she should be called Kate. From that moment on I knew she would have a different nature from that of my first born Ami.
Kate has strived throughout her life to do well. She certainly is…miss independent! At the age of two she ruled the roost. She argued if I put white socks on her, she’d want black. She would have a tantrum if I put a dress/skirt out for her to wear, she would want trousers.
What I didn’t realise at the time, was that she was developing into a mini me. By the time Kate was 11, she had learnt how to wash her own clothes and shortly after, she wanted to know how to use the iron.
Kate has always enjoyed travelling, and we have always encouraged this zest for cultural knowledge.
At the age of 19 (now) her life has been blessed by the splendour of the world. She has travelled to many European cities, to San Francisco, and her last little escapade the week before she started Uni was to Iceland to see the northern lights (in which she did).
Now this is where the heartache kicks in, it holds no prisoners…
8th September 2018 was the day I had to move her into her first student flat 80+ miles away from home. Yeah I know it’s not far, and it’s only up the motorway.
We loaded the car, it was packed but yet there was still space for more. How had she wanted to go to a new place without all of her stuff?
After a very tearful heart wrenching moment saying goodbye to her dad (He couldn’t make the trip, due to work commitments, can’t fault him for that). We were on our way to Leeds.
We arrived in Leeds with me in a somewhat stressed mood, the one way system and Kate telling me the directions too late did not help, but eventually we arrived at the accommodation.
By this point I’m only glad that we actually got there in one piece. The weather was gloomy and it had started to rain.
Kate signed in with all of her registration forms and was given her key to her first ever truly independent living accommodation.
We took all her belongings to her flat, had a quick scoot around the place, and began putting everything in their rightful place. It was beginning to look like home (well almost, if it was a little messier it would be home 😁).
Kate was the first person to move into the flat, the other 5 people were going to be moving in throughout the week, but she had arranged to meet up with other uni folk that night via the ‘chat site. She’s so brave!
We ventured back out to find my hotel, park the car and then go back into Leeds centre for a spot of shopping and for lunch. Needless to say, my finances were somewhat depleted by the end of that day.
Now I’m sure that many parents have experienced the emotions that I was going through. Even whilst I laid on my bed in the hotel room, and Kate was out mixing with strangers the thought of something bad happening to her was frightening. Or was it the letting go that was frightening?
Kate and I had previously arranged that she would come to my hotel for breakfast the next morning, and right on cue she was there. We discussed her new friends, and more importantly we talked about the comfort of the mattress and her first night sleep in her new home.
Plans for the day revolved around making Kate feel as settled as possible before I left her. So first thing on the list was to go and buy a mattress topper, you see she hadn’t slept that well even though she had a new luxury down duvet and pillows (well I didn’t want her having less than she did at home). My rationale was along the lined of…At least if her room was cosy she could always escape to there when or if the going gets tough.
Time was ticking and I knew I had to set a time for me to head of home. But first I thought we’d have lunch at the cosy club (her finances would probably only lean towards a good ole Wetherspoons).
Another emotional goodbye was had, she cried, I cried and we parted. Kate always knows that I will be there if and when she needs me, but the independence thing may get in the way.
So to my darling daughter Kate, I am so proud of all that you have achieved so far, but on this next journey I want to say, in the words of Celine Dion… you can come to me.
Love you very much
From Mum xx
For all those starting their university life, always remember that striving for what you believe in will be a mission, but the rewards will be well worth it.
Happy Uni life to All.