Here we go again
This time he is heading to a house with four housemates. More stuff.
I’m a bit less sad than last year. I know he will survive and thrive. I watched him be responsible last year.
Plus, it is the full college experience now. No covid mess!
But it is still hard.
Because I know it isn’t ever the same. Not really. He changes. We adapt. He “visits” home – on holidays and summers.
When he’s home, he misses school. Ouch.
Does he miss home when he’s at school? Doubtful. He’s having too much fun.
But neither did I.
So I hug him on his way. I hug my last-at-home tighter, knowing it will soon be his turn.
And I wave my boy off with a smile. No tears. At least, not now.
It’s his time to shine.