Don’t ask me why, but I was thinking about college drop-off days on my adventure through the heartland. I remember I cried after dropping my eldest so far away from home. I missed her before we even said good bye. My son – I looked to heaven and prayed that I could muster tears! I would miss him, of course, but hey, I’d been through this and he was just fine, and I would be just fine, and my house would now stay clean. Even my own mother had no trouble seeing us off after the first one was gone. “There were more of you at home.”
Chatting with my beautiful niece, “Pali,” I asked how the first day of school went for her young ones. She dropped the boys for a half day this week and commented that the littlest guy was not a happy camper, putting on his sad face and getting teary. “Good bye! See you later!”
Good job, Mom! The second one doesn’t always get the same maternal emotions in the same way, do they? Nice to think about back-to-school days.