I passed another milestone this week and, in retrospect, I think I might have rather passed a kidney stone.
I took my oldest son to register for his college classes.
Want to know the painful part? We bought the text books!
Seriously, I’ve been kidding myself all summer that I was ready for this and that I was going to be okay when the time came. Well, the lump in my throat tells me I’m not. And honestly, it doesn’t really matter if I am ready or not. The real question is – is he ready?
More importantly, did I do enough as a mother to prepare him for this moment?
In exactly one month, his father and I will help him move into his dorm and eventually we will drive away, leaving him there with more freedom than an 18-year-old should probably have.
In the end, I have to trust that he really did listen to all the speeches, lectures, instructions and pearls of wisdom I shared with him over the last 18 years. I have to trust that he will do the right thing when faced with issues of integrity, honesty and sincerity. I have to trust that he will study, make good grades, eat his vegetables and be in by curfew.
In the end, I have to trust that it has been enough.
In the end, I just have to trust.