Empty-nesting these days feels a little like when I’d go on shoots during the time before Linzy started Kindergarten.
Obviously, if I was gone for a week, two weeks, I didn’t see her for that amount of time. Oh, I’d hear about her from Kimmer through email and I’d write to her (stories, mostly) the same way back.
And, each time, when I returned home from my travels, I was struck by how much Linzy had grown in the time I was away. I also realized that when I was with her every day... I never saw her growing up, never saw the process in action.
It was only in recognizing the difference in her from just being apart that I was able to go
It is, in fact, that ability to directly compare point A to point G that allowed me to “see” that Linzy had grown in the intervening time.
Had I been there to experience points B, C, D, E, and F... I wouldn’t have recognized how far away G really was. Growing up is so incremental... you don’t see it from minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.
Empty-nesting is a bit like that. Yet another thing they don’t tell you in that book “What To Expect When You’re Expecting.
Still, we’re not with Linzy every day. We see her once a week, maybe, and, since she moved into the dorms at Cornish College of the Arts at the end of August, most of our communication’s done at a distance. Emails. Texts. In-boxes. Snapchat. But, like the emails back and forth while I was in Europe, those things don’t tell us anything about growing up.
We were with Linzy and her friend, Eli, who refer to their friendship as being “like a really small gang”. We were with them last night at Whole Foods on Westlake for chai tea lattes and hot chocolates. And there it was...
When last we visited The Linzy Show, she was at point A. I swear she was.
It was in the way she talked about her life, her plans. In the way she navigated a discussion on some pretty tricky stuff. What she shared about exploring opportunities and experiences at Cornish. Spreading her wings a little. Growing.
Then she read us a short story she’d turned in to class that day. Read it to us off her phone while we listened with the rapt attention one pays to the night’s bedtime story. And we. were. floored.
Our daughter is not where we left her.