Here we go again

Sharing is caring!

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.

That’s life.

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.

Adios, mi hijo!

Day to Day Graces

Lover of the daily - my life as told in pictures and words. So much around us is missed because we are too blind to see grace in the everyday. “Open my eyes that I may behold wondrous things!” Psalms 119

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.