I’ll always remember my son’s the first day at college..
he was 17 and as I drove him to registration I had a lump in my throat and was close to tears..
it was surreal that my cute little baby boy was now big enough for “post-high school education”
Right after he warned me “Mom, its 35 through here” and I tried to explain to him that my mind was on his college attendance and what it meant to me, I heard the siren, ..
I got an expensive ticket that day that I didn’t need, but it helps to remind me how I felt...that I would be so emotionally detached I would disregard the need for caution while driving..
I may as well have been driving drunk...
What a beautiful essay! Thanks.
You’ll tear up again when they start moving back home after college.
You’ll tear up again when they start moving back home after college.
That will turn into outright sobbing when they’re still in your basement when they’re 32.
My firstborn just started college. The fact that he’s settled into college now gives me a peace of mind, a sense of relief knowing that he’ll have a chance at achieving financial independence in his life (hopefully).
I’ve been grieving for a different reason - and it’s for all of my children, all of whom are teens now: I’m looking back and feeling terrible about all of the sadness during their childhood years - things like death and illness in the family and their parents splitting up.
One point I keep focusing on: I spent my younger years traveling and always wanted to take my children on a trip, but they never were taken on even one family vacation. Now, as teens, they don’t want to go anywhere with me. lol
Make the most of those early years with your children, everyone. In the blink of an eye, those years will be gone.