Somehow it seems that I was time-warped into the future. You see, it seems like just a few days ago that my oldest son Caleb was 12 years old. And today, he is living his first week as a college student a whopping six hours away from home. How did that happen? Anybody? This was the scene from my spot in the mighty minivan as we rolled into campus.
We managed to cram all of his belongings, including a refrigerator, microwave, closet organizing system, bedding, clothes, computer and boxes of other stuff, along with my family of 7 into our little minivan. It was a tight squeeze and I’m not exactly sure how we pulled it off. But we made it.
When we arrived, I was hoping he would let me organize his closet and put away his clothes, but he respectfully declined my offer. I guess it isn’t cool to be seen with your momma folding your boxer shorts in college. *Sigh* I suppose I just wanted to do one more act of mothering before letting go.
Even though it has only been a few days, my heart aches for him already. He is my firstborn. Sweet, kind, introspective, smart, funny and brave. He is all of those things. My other four children are so much better for having a big brother like him who left a blazing example of the kind of person they can become. The things they can accomplish. The lives they can touch. Thank God for Caleb.
In any event, I’m happy to report that I didn’t blubber like a lunatic when I had to say goodbye. At least not in front of him.
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