College Goodbyes: Letting Go
This goodbye hug will be hard because in an instant, he will be five again, a snaggle-toothed testament to sandboxes and green army men. I’ll kiss his cheek and breathe in memories of new crayons and lunch milk and jitters on his first day of kindergarten—the initial step of a journey that would lead him to this point.
At the crux of where raw meets real, I’ll look up into his eyes and this time I will be the one saying, “I don’t want to go.”
And my grown-up son, eager to explore and uncover the future inside him, will reassure me.
“It’s my turn, Mom. It’ll be OK. I promise.”
I’ll manage a proud smile, thankful for our amazing journey together. Then I will commit my son into his Creator’s hands and whisper a prayer that God would take my hand more tightly as my son’s hand falls from mine.