Friday, August 17, 2007
/A Tissue Box and Tears
I've thought about this post for awhile but still have not come up with what I'm going to say. Emotions are expected when taking the child to college for the first time but the second year? It's supposed to be old hat.
Tomorrow we take S1 back to the university. 24 hours from now the car will be packed to the top, and bicycles hooked on the back (yes we need to take 2 for one child:-).
I am not a mom whose life are her children. I do have outside interests and friends. A job that sometimes keeps me up at night. But I'm still shedding some tears over this trip.
--- You can say that these feelings have to do with the shooting there in April. I don't have the luxury of saying that it doesn't. But I also believe in the university and the fact that the shootings could have happened anywhere - so am not sending him back with fear.
And it's not like I won't be going making the 5 hour round trip more often than my body would like -- there now is a girlfriend who lives near us.
It's the whole thing of saying goodbye. I hate goodbyes.