In roughly 39 hours, I’m delivering my oldest son to his future home- college.
Each night, for just over two weeks now, as I lay in bed at night I count the days until Oscar leaves. 10 sleeps . . . 7 sleeps . . . 3 sleeps.
Last night I counted to three. Just three. I shook my head and counted again, and then again. We went to new student orientation about two months ago and it seemed like I still had a fair amount of time before he left. I blinked and eight weeks went by.
The past couple of weeks have been full of last minute shopping and preparations for this next stage of life- for him and me.
Oscar is excited beyond belief about finally getting to live on campus. Of course he is! It’s going to be great.
And I’ll be fine. Right? I mean, I do have five more children still at home to keep me busy.
I’m excited, terrified, and heartbroken all at the same time. Motherhood is the hardest and the best thing to live through, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.