I am not okay.(Don’t let the smiles fool you)
Those 4 words were in a text I sent my husband late last week. I was dropping off our 3rd child for college. I was alone in the hotel room with the 4year old, and I was not okay. My heart was breaking and I was so sad.
He replied back that he was so sorry.
His first College porch picture
I knew the inevitable was coming, I was going to be going home with out our son. I was leaving him to his adventure without me. I knew how hard it would be to drive away without him. I had done it before, I knew the change that was going to happen in our family dynamics, and I was not ready. To be honest I don’t know if I will ever be ready to let my children grow up, grow away and to seek their own adventure. For this mama I hate that they leave. I hate the change, I miss seeing them, talking to them, listening to them, and being able to hug them when they need it (or when I need it) Oh I let them go, I encourage them to follow their dreams, but the whole time I am encouraging them I have a huge cannot swallow lump in my throat.
Our Last Family Picture until Thanksgiving. ( I cannot wait for us all to be together again)
We all took O up to her 3rd year at that University in the south, but north of us. She was ready to get back to classes, and start this year. Hearts were broken and plenty of tears were shed at the goodbye.
All the kids saying goodbye to R
R and PS stayed with me while Keith drove the rest of the kids home, they just could not miss the week of school. We spent the next few days shopping before taking the final trip to his college. True to family travel adventures it took us hours longer than the map said. PS and R in his room.
She wanted so hard to be helpful while he unpacked and settled into his room.
We helped him settle, while we were unpacking Keith called R to see how it was going, he said “mom is not really doing okay” I thought I was doing a pretty good job faking ‘doing okay’ I guess not.Kisses Goodbye from PS.
Keith flew up on Friday to help with the long drive home, I was so thankful to have him with me. I needed him to drive since I could not actually see for the tears in my eyes.Saying goodbye is never easy.
I will miss this man-child more than ever the next few weeks. For now I will survive on phone calls, texting, and face timing.
Go hug your kids, they need your love and time just moves too fast.