Dear Mean Mama,

Last week I was at Bed, Bath, and Beyond and I accidentally bumped against you while you were looking at lamps. You very nastily snapped at me and muttered some mean words under your breath. I’ve been known to be pretty snappy myself, so I looked forward to giving you my meanest side eye and my snarkiest comment. I whipped around ready to let you have it when I looked into your eyes and saw pure fear and sadness. Then I looked next to you and saw your sweet, soon to be college girl wearing her University of Wisconsin t-shirt, looking stressed and frustrated. It took another second or two for me to realize that the two of you were shopping for her dorm room and it all made perfect sense.

Mama, you are terrified to let your girl go and I get you. You are hoping that you will find the perfect lamp for her dorm room and that will keep her safe and happy. Maybe if you pick out the perfect linens, she will find the perfect roommate and will make fabulous new friends. Maybe if you do absolutely everything right to help her get ready, she will sail through college with good grades, great friends, and the perfect life experience. Maybe your heart won’t be ripped into a million pieces if you could just help her through all of this.

I get it. I’ve been there and I’ll be there again. Mama, I saw the look on your face. The one that says, “I know this is how it’s supposed to be, but I’m going to miss her so much.” It’s how you look at your wonderful girl and remember her sweet baby face and her adorable toddler years and you want them back for just a little while. You see your woman/child and you are terrified to send her off into a big scary world. Only you know how to see the look of pain on your girl. Only you know what to say to calm her down or to drive her crazy. Only you can make her favorite dinner and pick out just the right dress for her next dance. How can she possibly be leaving you to do all of those things on her own?

Mama, she’s going to be okay and she’s going to be that way because you’ve loved her right up to this very moment. You’ve listened, loved, yelled, cried, and almost given up, but you helped her to get to this very place. She is off to a wonderful college and you helped give her the confidence to work hard to get into that college. You’ve done your job, mama. Yes, help her with that lamp and those linens, but then know that most of the rest will be up to her and she’s ready. I saw your girl and I know she’s ready.

So you ended up not getting my snarky comment or my evil side eye. Instead, I put a little smile on, apologized for the bump and gave you a quick tip on which lamp is best. Maybe you missed it, Mama, but there was a huge lump in my throat as I touched your arm in apology. Maybe you didn’t see the tears in my eyes as I quickly exited the store as I felt a flood of emotions. You didn’t see me looking at your girl thinking that she looked just like my sweet girl. You certainly didn’t see the tears that I shed in my car driving home to my girl and knowing that I will be just where you are a year from now.

Hang in there, Mama. It’s going to get better. By the way, you might want to avoid Bed, Bath, and Beyond next year at this time. I’m pretty sure that another mean mama will be taking your place.

Love,

Lisa Kaplin Psy. D. CPC

Lisa Kaplin Psy. D. PCC

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