Family, Life, Motherhood

When She Leaves

Teenager sitting on cement step
Every summer since my oldest daughter has been as tall as my knees, she has gone away with her dad for a week.
In order for her to have a relationship with him, the state of Illinois requires that she see him every other weekend, one evening a week for three hours, and every summer for a week of vacation.
In the beginning, she could only do a few days for her vacation and she cried through all of them.
I dreaded those “vacations”.
They certainly weren’t for her or me.
I would even say not for her dad because I am pretty sure it’s not a vacation for him to watch his only child sob for a woman he honestly can’t stand.
It was around the age of five when she could go away for the entire week.
But not without tears and phone calls each night before bed, choking sobs quietly so as not to disturb her dad or make him feel bad.
Even at that young age, she felt guilt.
Trust me, I had my share of guilt.
It was because of me andΒ my decision that she had to go through this.
Not that being with her dad was a punishment, but when you are little, a girl, and have attachment issues, it seems like a punishment.
I told her dad not to take it personally, but he did and she sensed that.

I have always hated this week of the year.
When she was an only child, it was painful.
I didn’t feel like a mom when she wasn’t around.
So much of who I am is wrapped around being Anna’s mom.
After her sister arrived, it was even harder for Anna.
She was missing out when she was gone.
We were going on without her.
She would whisper into her baby and later, toddler sister’s ear before she left….” don’t grow while I am gone….”
It’s only a week, I know, but when you are small and the world is huge, a week is forever.
Every year come July, I silently prepare for that week.
I make a menu of her favorite foods to make the night before she leaves and the night she gets home.
Spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread before she leaves; shepherd’s pie when she returns.
When she was small, we used to go over the packing list her dad would send and pack her bag together while wiping away each other’s tears and falsely promising each other the week would fly by.

The days leading up, we hold hands a little more, look into each other’s eyes a little more, hug tighter, and say whenever we get a chance, “I am so gonna miss you”.
The night before she leaves, she and I have a sleepover in my bed.
This tradition started so many years ago, I can’t even remember when it actually began.
My husband lovingly gives up his spot in bed so that the two of us can read books about Junie B Jones, which then became Judy Blume, which then became Us Magazine.
Sometimes we paint toenails or eat Ranch Pringles, most times we play with each other’s hair or just sit together in silence while reading separately now.
But touching hands every so often and looking into each other’s eyes and saying, ” I am so gonna miss you”.


Like a missing puzzle piece, our family doesn’t fit without her.
It feels awkward because something big is missing.
It feels that way every other weekend.
We deal with the situation because we have to, but it’s never something we look forward to.

As I write this at two in the morning, she will leave in four hours and 25 minutes for a cabin in the north woods two states away for a week with her other family.
I occasionally rub her sleeping back, play with her long hair and just hold on to these last moments.
This beautiful, annoying, amazing, frustrating, loving teenager takes my heart with her to Minnesota and every time she leaves.
I am so gonna miss her.

27 thoughts on “When She Leaves”

  1. I love you, Kari, and I'm so sorry for you and your amazing girl. You capture the anguish that comes with this annual ritual so well. My daughter is going to be gone wit her dad for 10 days this summer and I'm so dreading it. She and I also love Ranch Pringles.

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  2. I knew there was a reason I love you so much.Call me when she leaves, I will come with Ranch Pringles.

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  3. I remember these feelings also, but I'm the mom on the other side. My two stepsons would arrive to spend the entire summer with us, flying halfway across the country to see the father they loved, the new stepmom they weren't so sure about, and the baby sister who got her own bedroom meaning the brothers now shared a room. The first week was always a bit rough but by the end of the summer we were a family. I hated to see those 2 little boys leave, and it broke my heart to see their little sister pining away for them.The boys are now in colllege, the little sister is 13. Blending families is so hard, but can also be so wonderful.I hope that this week is a good one for your daughter. I hope that she is welcomed with love and acceptance and joy. And if she isn't, I hope she remembers how much her family back at home loves her!

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  4. Thank you so much Tracy for the other perspective.She is met with love there so I know she is doing fine and having fun.But I still miss her so much. πŸ™‚

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  5. Beautifully written, but a little heartbreaking. I love that you two have such a close relationship.

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  6. Thinking of you! Sounds like you have a great relationship. You know the love runs deep when Pringles are involved. Hope the time is flying…

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  7. Oh, my heart is aching for you. Now that I've met Anna and seen you gals together, and heard how you LOVE being with your kids, this just seems so hard. For everyone involved. I know you'll miss each other, but things will go right back to the way it was seven long days later. I hope it goes faster than it seems for you!

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  8. Oh, Kari, this made me tear up! I hate that this is so hard for everyone involved, but I love the relationship between you and your daughter. She knows that you are thinking about and waiting for her, and that means so much. And there I go again. xoxo

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