Welp. Off he goes again.
This time, to move into an apartment, on campus, for his Sophomore year.
Unlike a lung that can regenerate after injury, my heart is, once again, damaged beyond repair–a tiny sliver is ripped away each time he leaves, and what is left is ragged and stringy. Unrepairable.
Don’t get me wrong.
I am so truly excited for him each time he leaves for a new experience; whether it was Kindergarden, summer camp, middle school, high school, summer baseball, and once again, college. It means he’s growing up and becoming the man God has designed him to be. He NEEDS to be away from me and his dad. It’s required.
Otherwise, he stalls out and remains dependent on us, not on the Lord. He doesn’t truly develop and grow, mature.
But, I must admit, each step my son takes toward a clean get-away, toward his complete independence, seems like miles to this mama.
And, I can’t seem to run fast enough to catch him.
I love you, J. Have a FANTASTIC year!! Come back to visit your old mama!
P.S. I have a number of friends who have just moved their kids into their new dorm rooms for the first time. I saw this article on FB, today, and thought I’d pass it along. It speaks to all parents who are sending their babies off to college, or on to a new adventure. Read: Washington Post article.