A month or so of lasts. Hoopla. Some firsts. Milestone upon milestone.
No, we enjoyed.
We faked competence. We asked. We learned.
We smiled. She smiled.
Now we have a graduate. Now we have an adult child.
Yesterday she left for two weeks in Kenya. In sevenish weeks she will go off to college.
I feel a bit like a deflated balloon. One that spent the last month or so flying around the room as its insides made a staccato escape. One that had a slow leak and was unaware of the gradual loss of tension, shape, volume. I'm not sure which balloon I am. Maybe both. The result is the same.
Limp. Useless. Spent.
I am believing this is normal.
I've been assured it is.