Prepare for takeoff --- I'm off to the Big Apple...

The Gayla Pink Apple





I'm flying out in the morning to NYC to visit my daughter.  I haven't seen her beautiful face since Christmas and this Mother's heart is definitely yearning to see her. 

My beautiful daughter

My trip to NYC is not to tour the sights in the city, but to spend time with Blair.  I anticipate runs in Central Park and/or Riverside Park - girl talk with a lot of laughter - and  "m a y b e"  a little shopping. :)

All throughout my daughter's young years, I vowed that I would not be a parent to control her life and future - but, that I'd let her go and live however and wherever she wanted.  Even though my heart was breaking when she left for college in Boston, I was very proud of her courage, strength, and adventurous spirit.  Then, when she spent six months in London, I was internally in somewhat of a panic mode most of the time she was there - but, again, very excited for her and proud for her to have the opportunity. 

My creative photo of Blair

I'll explain the photo.  I bought the pink dress as a Christmas gift, thinking she would wear it for graduation the following May.  I ordered the dress from Neiman Marcus and was concerned it wouldn't arrive in time to go under the tree.  So, I cut out the picture of the dress from their catalog and attached Blair's face to the picture -  attached it to the red paper and wrapped it in a gift box.  When she opened the gift, this is what she saw.  A dress from the NM catalog with her face/head wearing the dress.  Cool, huh?  I think so! By the way, the dress arrived on Christmas Eve, but I still gave her the wrapped package with the picture - it was already under the tree - and, she did wear the dress under her college graduation robe.  OK, I rambled off topic. 

After graduating college last spring, Blair made the decision to move to NYC - I supported her decision.  I knew I'd miss her, but frankly, it was more important to me that she be able to LIVE HER life.  Now that she is quote - "living her own life" - so to speak...I'm thinking, dang, why did I do that - why didn't I try to influence her to stay closer to home. LOL!  

All of a sudden realization sets in - she won't be home for Spring Break - she won't be home for the summer - she most likely won't be home for Thanksgiving in November or Christmas in December. Young professionals working full time, trying to establish some sort of a career, can't just jump on an airplane to fulfill Mother's empty heart and soul. 

But, Mother can!  This Mother will jump on an airplane with a very short notice.  Yay - time to pack!

Prepare for takeoff --- I'm off to the Big Apple :)