Letters for my son: 19 days ’til college
Happy half-birthday, buddy.
I hope you know I’m making tremendous progress toward my goal of not freaking out when you go away to college, but if you think about it, my life with you has been one long series of freakouts including the following: you were born, you got sick, you got angry, you got that weird lump on your neck once, you started school, you had a life outside of home, you grew up and up and up.
I stood by and listened as you said, “It was OK,” when having the time of your life, you clammed up, were chatty, took up the trombone, studied, played, fell in love, got your heart broken, learned to drive, came home late, held a job and did chores.
You made us laugh; oh, how you’ve made us laugh, but also cry, worry, get mad, smile, forgive and most of all, love you.
I will miss you and I will look forward to the time or two you decide to come home.
July 29th, 2008 at 10:40 pm
Parenting is so bittersweet, isn’t it? Each phase (well, most phases) you love and wish would never end, and then the next begins, and you miss the last phase but you are really digging the new one, too. And so on until they go…what layers they add to our lives, and how dull it would be without them.
July 30th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
You are making me cry each and every day with these dang letters. I’m going to need a continuous IV of Prozac by the time this kid goes to college.