01/10/2026
My first born moved out today.
She was born and my life changed.
I was only 20 years old, and the moment I laid eyes on her I made a promise:
“I promise to give you the life I never had. To love you the way I was never loved “
I kept that promise the best way I knew how.
I was a single mother by my 21st birthday, and she was my little sidekick.
I ate buttered noodles for dinner, and she got the chicken, veggies and good stuff. I was happy that way.
We lived in a tiny basement level apartment, with a small 13 inch tube tv, and her little fold out princess table.
She had a bedroom with everything she loved (her bed, her toys, her stuffies)
I worked jobs I could walk to because I didn’t have a car. I could only work when her Dad took her for the weekend, and worked from the moment I woke up on Friday after she was picked up until the moment I had to pick her up Sunday night.
We were good, as long as she had what she needed, I was fine.
She was the happiest little girl, she was always humming and singing ALWAYS. She didn’t know any struggles
She was loved, nurtured, and nothing else mattered.
She graduated high school with honors, she is now a nursing student on the Deans list and has a 3.9 GPA.
She met an awesome guy who just graduated college and has an amazing career he just started. Except it’s 3 hours away.
She decided to move with him. She is 21 now and her and I just shared the longest hugs and both cried and cried.
No one warns you as a parent about the pain but happiness, the bittersweet moments like this.
Letting go today has been the hardest thing, I know she is only 3 hours away, but our relationship has been so close, it’s tough for both of us.
Prepare yourself if you have little ones for the day they finally leave the nest. It’s a feeling I can’t explain, only those who have been there will get it.
Hug your kids today, spend every moment you can.