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Storming the Castle

The Captain and I launched #6 this summer.  Our daughter, Emma, is off to the Coast Guard Academy.  

If there is one thing I have learned about the American military academies, it is this:  it is hard to get into them and hard to get out of them.  The application process is a long, grueling series of forms, interviews, essays, tests and health clearances.  If you get accepted (and only a fraction of the kids who apply get in) you report for basic training (Swab Summer) when summer has barely begun; this is followed by a grueling academic year.  After much working and waiting, Emma reported at the end of June.  We are so proud. 

The rest of the family was soon after relocating to Alabama, so we needed to work out logistics of her departure.  Captain Fun is definitely the one who finds the fun at our house, but he has another side to him: when there is a big, scary mountain in front of you, he is the go to guide--a real climbing companion who pays attention to detail and isn't afraid to ask questions. Still, he offered for me to take Emma, just in case we wanted to make it a mother-daughter thing. 

But Emma was clear.  "I need the more demonstrative parent to drop me off, Mom," she said.  "You will just wave as I get out of the car and say, 'Have fun storming the castle'. "  I laughed, but I have to admit it is true.  I'm not a cryer when it comes to milestones and goodbyes.  Consequently, I can come across as quite placid at times that call for some emotion. 

Just this morning, in fact, I dropped Hope (my last one) off for her first day of kindergarten and didn't shed a tear. (Neither did she, so that was a plus).   "I like to think of myself as a softer version of Marilla Cuthbert" (from Anne of Green Gables), I wrote Emma in my first letter to her.  I hope that is a good thing. 

Summer is over, and Emma starts class today at the USCGA. Her sister Mary is also there, and I am so thrilled those girls are together again.  As the youngest of 8 kids, 6 of us girls, I believe you should be with your sister for as long as possible, because one day you will likely end up on the opposite sides of the country, if not the world.  

Emma stormed the castle, just as her sister, Mary, did last year.  In fact, all of our children have stormed their own castles, and we now have six grown kids in five states. Counting Emma, five of them started new schools just this morning. 

Last week I was trying to encourage 13 year old Dorothy to try out for the sailing team at her new school.  "There is a clinic for beginners," I told her, "and I know it is scary, but..." 

Here she interrupted me. "Fear doesn't matter in this family," she said, recalling that her dad signed her up to go to an arts camp just three days after we moved here.  She was scared, but she went.  It was life changing, she said, and I am so proud for her. Now I am just waiting for sailing clinic sign-ups to open.

For thirty years I have had preschoolers, but as I mentioned, that season ended today.  What I won't miss is repeatedly having my writing time interrupted. What I will miss the most is fixing lunch during their TV time, then reading them a story or two before nap. A few weeks ago, I read Hope The Three Little Pigs. It goes like this: 

"Once upon a time there were three little pigs who lived with their mother.  One night as they squeezed around the dinner table, their mother said, "Boys, it is getting too crowded in here.  It is time for you to go out on your own." 

"You are right," they said.  So they packed their things and set out on their own.  

I think I have finally figured out why I don't cry over these milestones:  when kids grow up and leave you, it is the natural order of things.  With a hug and a wave, you say, "Use your head, but have fun storming the castle!" 

As we made the final turn into the school this morning, I asked Hope how she was doing.  "I'm nervous, but I'm brave," she said, and she hopped out of the car.  

There. There it is.  A healthy amount of nerves, but enough courage to overcome.  

That's just what Mother Pig told her boys: "Be careful of the Big Bad Wolf," she called as she waved goodbye. 

Interpretation?   Use your head, but have fun storming the castle.

Mary and Emma-- once again storming the castle together. 

"Be strong and of good courage, do not fear or be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you.  He will not leave you nor forsake you."  
                                               --Deuteronomy 31:6 

4 Comments to Storming the Castle :

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Debbie on Monday, August 21, 2017 12:10 PM
You've taught them well! You're not afraid to let them go! I learned that along time ago with Jeri! Love you Baby Sister - you're braver than most of your big sisters!
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Mary Beth on Monday, August 21, 2017 3:13 PM
I know why I love it when you come to TN...we think alike! The day my boys came running around the corner yelling,"my name is Indigo...." I thought, "I am successful as a mother. More so, I went looking for 4year old ElizaKate and found her tied to a tree. She saod, "It's okay, it's my turn Mommy"!
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maggie on Tuesday, August 22, 2017 9:25 AM
one more reason I miss having you around, Margie....I just loved the practical woven in to the real. looking forward to more writing now that you've decided not to join MOPS for another 5 years!! :)
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Wendy Gilliam Owens on Wednesday, August 23, 2017 11:07 AM
So proud of /happy for you. Good job, mom. Enjoy the silence.
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