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Showing posts with label University. Show all posts
Showing posts with label University. Show all posts

Friday, 6 December 2013

Home For The Holidays

I am so looking forward to next week.

My twin daughters' first term at university is almost over and we're all very excited about being home for the holidays.

We haven't seen Olivia since dropping her at university back in September - as she's 250 miles away. She's coped incredibly well and has learnt a valuable lesson - if you don't do it, it's not going away and will still be there when you get back!

I hope that she realizes I'll be needing the biggest hug ever, and doesn't make a bid for freedom as I wrap her in a bear hug and keep her there for as long as humanely possible. She's been compiling a list of all the things she misses about home, which is rather sweet. So far, the list goes like this...
  • Home-cooked food
  • Sophia
  • The cat
  • Decent-tasting water (apparently it tastes vile where she is)
  • Being able to have a bath
  • Her own bed
  • Laundry services
  • My car (I'm guessing that this will be missing for most of the holidays).
She didn't add whether either of her parents had made it onto the list, but I'm grateful that she's thinking about everything she left behind after leaving home.

She's seems to have become nocturnal at uni; studying long into the night and crawling out of bed after lunch time (lectures permitting). I'm OK with this - as long as she doesn't wake either of us when she's home! Hubby and I tend to retire at around 10 pm - usually with a good book. We crawl out of bed again some time around 6 am and thoughts of staying up until after midnight is something I'm no longer able to comprehend.

She's also cooked some very strange meals that I won't be attempting to replicate at home. Who'd have thought a baked potato smothered in chicken noodles and cheese could be tasty? And apparently, a banana and chocolate pasty is the best thing she's eaten since she arrived.

Sophia's a little more difficult to fathom out. We're lucky to hear from her once a week as she's consumed with the demands of coursework, rowing and partying hard. And that's fine, she is nineteen after all. I miss her dreadfully, but realize that children are not ours to keep. I know that she's missing her sister more than she ever imagined possible, and I'm guessing all of the home comforts as well.

In fact, I haven't heard from her for over a week now. From experience, I know that no contact means she's fine, isn't having a crisis and doesn't require any additional funds. Obviously speaking to me is not high on her list of priorities - but please hun, if you're reading please could you send me a text or something?! Or maybe, she's dyed her hair pink, or gotten a tattoo and wants to surprise me when I collect her next weekend.

We paid Sophia a visit just a few weeks ago. It was an emotional day. I realized just how much I miss her and heading for home was incredibly hard. Even at 19, she's still my baby girl and it was tough letting go.

I wonder what else they'll have learnt and how (if at all) they'll have changed? I'm guessing that I'll slip back into the role of playing mum very quickly and within days it'll feel as though they've never left. Will the house resume its disaster zone status as they scatter belongings at will, with scant regard for how tidy it was when they returned? And don't get me started on tackling the additional laundry that's heading my way.

Or, will my daughters have been kidnapped by aliens and replaced with teenagers who are appreciative, tidy and helpful around the house? Who knows? I live in hope...

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Friday, 13 September 2013

Friday the 13th

OK, so it might be Friday the 13th - but my daughters also happen to be celebrating their 19th birthday.

On Tuesday the 13th September 1994, Olivia and Sophia came into the world at 09:46 and 09:47 am respectively. Olivia weighing in at exactly 2 Kg and Sophia at 2.3 Kg, or 4lb, 5oz and 5lb, 1oz in old money.

Having foolishly thought that I'd become worldly wise after giving birth, I soon realised that I was completely clueless. Nothing's changed and I've been perpetually mystified by motherhood ever since. Eventually I concluded that all mums make it up as they go along to the best of their ability.

1994 was a long, hot summer and also the year that Four Weddings and a Funeral was released. Wet Wet Wet had been at number one in the charts for weeks on end, but on the day the girls were born this track had just taken over the number one spot.

To this day, I can't hear it without thinking about becoming a mum and wondering if I'd ever get to go out partying on a Saturday night ever again?!

My daughters will always be my babies - do all mums always think this I wonder? I find that I'm amazed at how they've grown up to be so different - surely, this has to be nature, not nurture.

Sophia is passionate about rowing, loves art and has a real sense of adventure. Olivia on the other hand, loves books, socialising and has a wicked sense of humour.

They both adore one another's company and so I was surprised that they chose universities eight hours apart. Together, they share a passion for music, travel and jokes that only twins would ever understand.

Like most families, we've had our ups and downs over the years and now, my babies are all grown up and off to uni in just over a week. How did that happen? It doesn't seem like five minutes since I was reading bedtime stories and trying not to cry after treading on stray pieces of Lego.

This year we're having a leaving party and presents will be mostly essential purchases for starting at university. Although we did manage to catch The Lion King earlier this week at the theatre. Sadly, the days when Sophia would have asked for a balloon, an animal and a hug for her birthday are long gone.

By the time they both come home for Christmas, I'm guessing my daughters will have changed a lot. I hope that I'll still be able to extract the occasional hug and curl up on the sofa watching films.

Thank heavens for Skype, as this is the only way I'm going to get to see them. It seems strange to think that it wasn't even invented when the girls were babies.

So, at nineteen my daughters are leaving home - albeit temporarily. I am going to miss them more than they could possibly ever realise and hope that they have the time of their lives...

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