Well TODAY is the day that.....I have been dreading it for months. The idea of saying good-bye to my youngest child as I ship him off to college. It was a milestone I wasnt looking forward to. The concept of not having – after 18 years of parenting – him under my roof was just downright weird, Uncomfortable, and a bit unsettling. I’m an emotional Mom~ I felt that I owed it to my soon-to-be-in-college son to reel in my emotions as he transitioned to college. After all, it wasnt about me, right? This was his shining moment. And while he was fully aware of my months of angst, I made a commitment to myself to get prepared for the inevitable moment I knew I needed to say good-bye. And let him go. So in the weeks preceding his departure, I’d work on visualizing what life would be like without him. I’d imagine a home without him. I’d picture his room, empty and clean. (The “clean” part being a bonus!). I’d imagine phone calls. Parents’ weekend. And more than anything, I’d imagine me not being a bubbling mess. My strategy worked. Kind of. At least I got off to a great start. The weeks before I drove my son to college was nothing short of joy. We spent a lot of time organizing the piles and piles of college-like stuff I had been collecting for him throughout the summer. I had read up on every tip, list and post on how to make a college dorm feel like home. And I missed not a beat. Including tucking in a newly framed photo of the family for him to take with him lest he forget what we all looked like. LOL It was a good week even the three hour drive to campus was fun. I kept waiting for the bump in the road – but I was experiencing a new found level of control. I will admit to some flowing tears while unpacking his clothes in his new dorm room. .As many parents know, there’s an awkward moment when taking your child to college, and where you realize there is nothing more to do. The car is unpacked. The room is set up. The bank account is funded. And you are out of place. With a child waiting to jump…..Jump into college. New experiences, new friends. The world they have been dreaming of., and you need to leave. You – the person who has taken care of every detail for this child for the last 19 or so years – you’re not invited to the next chapter. At least in the way you’re accustomed. Your common sense tells you this is good and important. And your heart feels as though it’s being ripped right through your skin. When that moment came for me … there was no holding back my emotions….. And all I really remember was holding my son, feeling the tears from my eyes drop onto his back .him holding me up and me consoling my baby boy. I was feeling sad, not for him. But for me. Because I realized that a very big chapter of my life was over. In a blink of an eye….This experience will changed the way I look at life….A good reminder, I often think about, is through all the mud and crud that comes with parenting – we only get these children for a very, very short time. Julio Andrew Sweet, I LOVE you with all my heart. I LOVE you to the moon and back and twice on Sundays….I know one thing, I will ALWAYS be here for you…Thank you for being my son..To say that I’m very proud of you would be an understatement !!!!!! Best of luck Julio at the University of California, Riverside Like California I’m in a drought…..No more tears left….for today anyways…… Love Mom ~
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 02:20:12 +0000
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