I’ve been dreading this week for some time now. My boy, my one and only, beautiful, sweet boy, is leaving the nest to head off to college. This rite of passage is a tough one. I’ve been taken by surprise by the gamut of emotions that I’ve been going through. My brain is screaming at my heart to be happy, and so incredibly proud of our son, as he embarks on this new journey. We’ve taught him well. He’s ready to meet new people, discover new interests, to learn, to grow, and to discover himself. A parents dream.
That was five minutes ago, when the intellectual side of me was in control. Now my heart has taken charge, and it’s breaking. The reality of his impending absence from our everyday life weighs heavily. I can’t imagine not giving him a big ol’ hug every day and calling him down for dinner. But, I must.
The distraction and busyness of prepping Conor for his new, not so Connecticut Country House, has helped. With our college supply list steadily getting checked off, every day we’re adding to the collection that’s piling up in the middle of the dining room.
I see what we’re doing. We’re preparing him to leave this nest, and helping him create a new nest in Rhode Island. I guess that was the plan all along.
I’m really, really, really going to miss that sweet boy.