And my daughters have flown!
A whirlwind of a journey – NYC streets. Hard walking. Packing up the rooms; the home before we left for their new lives. Four big suitcases held Treska’s life.
Subways, shuttles, airplanes, taxis….cars. And we made it to her new home. We luxuriated in the newness of her life, the lushness – the GREEN!
I with my two hearts. Where I came from and where she is going.
We dropped both girls off with the best of feelings. The sadness that was overwhelming and threatened to engulf me many moments. Yet – a feeling that Falko kept referring to often as well…. true accomplishment, relief, perfection. We can’t imagine better places for them. They are in the exact right place.
Treska’s text the second day….. “This is the most perfect place for me! So happy!”
and Kaya’s happy texts.
We did it!
Oh, I know there will be harder days. I haven’t had any phone calls of sadness yet. They miss us, constantly sending little love letters, but they haven’t had a challenging day yet – or a problem that I am so far away from.
And this is so good for me. I tend to be so afraid of their discomfort and try to make it go away, or fix it or “do something” about it. Now I can’t. They have to. And this is good for me and for them.