Daughter #3 (child 3 of 4) is 9 days into her first semester, freshman year, at a lovely little college on the St. Mary’s river, an hour and three/quarters drive from home.
She has advantages that her sisters managed without–namely, both sisters (with whom she is fairly close) are nearby for an occasional meal or ear. One is an enrolled Junior, and the other a recent grad now working for the college admin, and living close to campus.
Still, every kid comes equipped with his/her personal challenges…and whereas daughter #2 was ready to leave home without a backward glance at age 3.5, the youngest girl–though extremely sociable within the context of her familiar home posse of friends–is struggling with the emotional hurdles of dealing with newness, new people with whom she can’t instantly click, and a lack of the comforting, familiar recharging stations of home.
As a consequence, much of my week has been spent answering anxious text-messages, fielding phone and Skype calls, and writing illuminative, allegorical emails as a means of encouragement and reassurance.
Still, though she’s a lovely, fun, sociable kid, she’s hitting the “everybody parties and I don’t want to” sandtrap, and feeling the general angst of not liking this new life.
So, perhaps I will send along the collective tips and wisdom of the Chiff. What could be better than Mom’s dorky message board?
How did you manage? When did you start to feel comfortable? What advice can you offer an unhappy 18 year old who has to face the dragon of growing up and wrassle it, whether she wants to or not?