Been up to my eyebrows in busy-ness. In a little more than 48 hours we drop DS#1 off at college. If one more person tells me not to cry when I drop him off, I will punch them in the
throat and kick them in the kidneys.
I WILL cry and everyone will deal with it. I'm pulling the mommy card on this one. I carried him under my heart for 9 months and spent a part of every day for the past 6,609 days dedicated to him and his needs. Damn it I have earned the right to shed a mix of tears of joy and sadness. The life I have lived for the past 18 years will change forever on Wednesday. So yes, I'll cry. Just because it's in the job description that we're suppose to raise them to fly, doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt a little bit to see a part of you take flight.
Sorry - had to get that out and can't on FB and the only friend who's lived it is in AZ settling her own little bird and my husband isn't in a place to talk about it right now.
I'm so damn proud of that boy-man. With all he did to earn his scholarship(s) and just who he is...but knowing that if all goes well and as planned, he'll never live here again (it's a year round program for 5 years) ...is hard.