College Bound

There is something really hard about helping your child pack to leave home.

It doesn't feel natural.

It hurts.

My firstborn is going to college.

Is it possible?

How did that sneak up on me?

On the one hand I am so happy and excited for him

~and at the same time~

I whimper at the thought of him leaving.

I am going to miss this boy so much.

My prayer is that the Good Lord will help me adjust to his leaving.

And that the Good Lord will guide him when I can't.

I have a lump in my throat that won't go away.

Whimper. Wail. Pray. Smile.

I think it might be like this for a while.

~

Don't let me even think about Alex graduating next year.