From the Heart.

I am using this space for the letter I would like to give to 'she who must not be named', but know she would find far too mawkish to be believed. 

My darling child, you are our middle child, the hardest position to be in.  From the moment you entered this world 5 weeks early and screaming at the top of your lungs, you made it evident that you would be a force to be reconed with.  There were many times when you were young that I wasn't sure either one of us would survive to see you graduate from high school....but we both did. 

And now I look at the wonderful, confident, strong young woman you have become, and I know that something very precious is about to leave my every day life.  There won't be anyone playing the piano at 2 or 3 in the morning, or crashing chords from a viola echoing through the house at midnight.  No more dance recitals, orchestra concerts, pointe shoes or physics groups. 

From the moment you were born we have had this moment in mind, each step along the way carefully planned so that when you did leave our home, you would be able to go forward without fear, prepared for an independent life.  I think you're ready, but my mother's heart isn't ready for the change.  You see, I don't particularly care for change.  So I will smile, and wave, and do all the things that Mom's should do when their children leave for college, and then you and Poppy will drive away from me.  You should pity your poor brother for having to deal with the emotional wreck left behind!

So there you have it.  No words of motherly wisdom, you've heard them all a million times before, and you don't really need them.  Boston will never know what hit them when you arrive on campus, but they should know how lucky they are to have you....and I know how lucky I've been to have had you for eighteen years.

Love,
Your Momma.