I sent my first child to college this fall. For those of you that have done it, you know what a big event this is not only in your child’s life but in yours.
I spent most of my summer analyzing what it would be like. As the day grew closer, I was not sleeping well. Is she ready? Did I raise her right? How would move in day go with all the traffic? How could we possible get all her stuff into that small dorm room? Would she like her roommate? Would she be home sick or would I not hear from her until Thanksgiving? My mind would not shut off.
When I boiled it all down, it was more about me and my identity as a parent. Not only was this a reality check that my life was moving by at what I consider a high rate of speed, but what does parenting look like when they move out? As a parent we are given no handbook, no instructions, and no guidelines when those bundles of miracles are placed in our arms for the first time. They hook us in with their smiles and their amazing personalities and just when we kind of get them figured out they are gone.
This is what I know:
I am thankful I still have two amazing boys at home waiting for me most nights.
I need my work and purpose in life.
Sydney still needs her mom, not for all the little things but for the things that matter.
I love the reduce laundry load that has occurred since she has left.
I am enjoying more free time.
I am so glad she is having the time of her life!