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!