Today is a day that I've never really looked forward to.
My son is moving into the dorm at college.
I know, it's part of the progression that comes with having children,
but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
I've been blessed to be a stay-at-home mom his whole life.
I was blessed to homeschool him from kindergarten through graduation.
It seems like just yesterday I was teaching him to read.
I've been blessed that he choose to live at home his first few years of college,
so I had him here longer than I might have.
It's not like he'll be far away. His college is only 30 minutes
from home and he works less than 15 minutes from home,
but it's not the same as knowing he'll come home to
sleep at night and I won't be hearing, "I'll see you later, Mom" when
he leaves for work. I won't be able to tell
him to come in my room and tap me when he comes home
late at night - just so I know he got home safe.
I wonder how long it will take before I stop worrying that
he's safely in his dorm each night.
I'm glad he's really looking forward to it and
I hope he makes great memories living in the dorm.
I know he's ready for more independence,
but he's my boy - my firstborn, and home just
won't be quite the same without him around on a regular basis.
He was a sport and gave me a nice, long hug
before he went to bed, when I whined about it being
his last night of truly living at home.
He knew his big baby of a mom needed it.
God, please bless & watch over my boy,