Yesterday, was probably one of the hardest days of my life, not going to say the hardest but it is a top 10 ranking.
I took my oldest to college… I know, I know tons of moms have done this and survived but this is my baby that I’m turning loose on the world. Sorry world. I thought I was doing pretty good, didn’t cry, I didn’t get sad, was really upbeat about it but when it came time for that final hug I got that feeling you know one where you can’t swallow, can’t see, let alone think about saying something witty to make it a little easier all I could do was smile and hold my emotions. I didn’t want him to see me upset because I knew it would upset him. Figured I had 3hours to cry on the way back home, which I did for at least 15-20 minutes. Then it was time to turn my frown upside down for my youngest. Tried to think of all the exciting things he was going to get to do, the experiences he will get to have. Along with not trying to text him, call him, you know mother him I’ve had to hide my phone from myself a time or two. I just hope he gets out and meet people, he is really a shy guy. I just don’t want him to hold up in his dorm room and classes. I want him to have experiences. That is what life is really about experiences. But it is definetly quiet, I actually got up at 1 a.m. to see if he made it home ( that was his curfew) and he wasn’t in his room and it hit me again. I guess I will have to survive on our daily texts and snap chats yes, he made me promise to send him daily pictures of his dog. His roommate seems nice, although he is a football player , no offense football players they are just a little rowdier than what long distance running guys are. But we will survive, and get through it and I’m counting down the days only 10 before I can see him again. Hurry up Labor Day!