My daughter texted me last Friday afternoon. "I'm done with high school ma!" she wrote. She had just ended her last class and now has no further commitment other than AP exams tomorrow, then prom and graduation. And of course, her internship, which starts today. For the month of May, she will be working at an Italian cafe that gets rave reviews for its authentic country cuisine. She just walked out of here, calling over her shoulder, "I'm off to my first day of work, Ma!" For some reason that struck us as funny and we laughed. But now I'm alone in the quiet house, the last one to leave in the mornings as usual, and all I can think is how crazy it is that my years of raising her (never of mothering her) are at an end. My hope for her is so simple: That life continues to hit her funny bone, and that she never loses that light she has, that readiness to laugh. I'm thinking that if we can meet life laughing, most other things can be managed.
She thinks she looks sad here. I think she just looks discerning. Or maybe she's thinking, Another picture mom? Really? We were on a college tour last fall.