The Countdown Begins ~ Hand Me a Tissue, Damn It!

In a little over two weeks Aaron will move into his college dorm. He will leave the nest. He’s only going to be two hours away, but I’m not going to see him every day. I’m not going to be able to check on him at 3:30 in the morning when I’m getting ready for work, and cover him back up if he’s thrown his quilt off. I’m not going to be able to say, “You’ve got dark circles under your eyes. You’re going to stay in tonight and go to bed early.” I can’t fix him his favorite foods on the spur of the moment, or make him breakfast on a Saturday morning and take it to him in bed. (Yes, I do that occasionally, so shoot me!) I can’t email his teachers about missing assignments or check his grades online. I won’t know the kids he hangs out with, or even his roommate.

Today the first of his textbooks arrived in the mail. We’re moving from “shopping” to “doing”. This is a big shift – just ask any bride about two weeks before the wedding. You spend months getting ready, considering options, making decisions, arranging things, shopping for stuff, and then all of a sudden everything’s ready. You’re standing there with a big white dress or a pile of books in milk crates and you’re really supposed to DO this. Getting married was easy. I knew I’d picked the right man, and it was too late to change the dress or the flowers. This one’s harder, because it’s not my decision to make. I know in my heart he’s going to the right college for him, and I know he’ll be happy. It’s the letting go that’s so hard.
I’m linking this to Shell’s Pour Your Heart Out. It’s only the second time I’ve linked there. I always read the links, but it’s pretty intense, and I’m not always up for that. Shell – hope your laptop’s all better soon, girlfriend!

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11 thoughts on “The Countdown Begins ~ Hand Me a Tissue, Damn It!”

  1. He'll be fine, Mama! I can only imagine how hard it is, though. My kids are young, but I cannot fathom going more than a day or two without seeing them.

  2. Promise me you will not show up at college every week end for the first 6 months. And when he brings friends home for the week end don't go in and cover him up with his quilt. Please.

  3. @Beverly — you're making me pee in my pants, laughing.

    @Angie — is this a bad time to quote from "Love You Forever"?

    "I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always.
    As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

    Ok, so now I'm making myself cry. Love you, and I expect you to call me daily that week.

  4. I can comment on yours on my bb! 🙂

    What a big adjustment this will be for you both. I'm on the other end of this, with my first going to school full-day for the first time in the fall.

  5. I didn't deal too well with the first child-leaves-the-nest. She was only two hours away and called nightly; yes, nightly. I was a basket case until daughter number two left for the east coast. I was doubly a basket case for about five years.

    It isn't the worry about "are they going to be okay?" It was loneliness and Oh-my-gosh-I-missed-them-so-much.

    Take care of you. God will take care of your son. He really will. He is amazing that way. I wish I had really believed that at the time. I could've done much better.

  6. My daughter is only three but I already know a part of my heart will break when she leaves home. It must be so hard preparing for this change, wanting your son to go out and explore this world but at the same time wanting him around just that little while longer.

  7. My heart goes out to you and i will be thinking about you. I just can't imagine. We get so little time with our kids. I totally get people who homeschool!

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