I thought that once you sent a child off to college, it would be easier with the second.
I was wrong.
I don’t want to sound melodramatic, but once again I feel as if a part of me is being ripped away. Like an arm or leg that I’ve grown very accustomed to for the past 19 years. It’s painful, this letting go stuff. And this is not just for some week long camp or two week mission trip, this is for most of the dang year…college. Who invented the idea,anyway, of kids going away to college?
I know I did it when I was young. I also know even though I was the youngest of six and my mom had already done it five times, she still cried after she dropped me off at college.
The funny thing is, I wouldn’t keep him home for the world. Is it possible to be so excited for him and so sad at the same time? An emotional perplexity that all parents must face if they are to push the birds out of the nest.
I love you, Teej. May God bless you and grow you and may you take off and fly with new wings as you grow into all that He has for you to be.
See you at Christmas.