Last Sunday we moved our son to his apartment at college for his sophomore year. He called this move phase 2 and worried how I was going to handle once again him going off to school. Last year was bad enough. This time it would consist of all his bedroom furniture and leaving an empty room for me at home. My oldest, who is not afraid to tell me anything that is on his mind, is just like me.
How is it that this child of mine is old enough to be out on his own when I feel it was only yesterday that he came into the world? This is not to say that he lacks independence, for this has always been his strong point. Maybe what I feel is that I am not ready. Mixes feelings of being proud along with loss is something harder than I ever imagined.