My blog last night accidentally opened up a dam. I was going to say faucet, but dam is much more applicable. The more I was thinking about the end of the school era and the impending empty nest, the more I struggled to hold back the dam gates.
I failed. I was a sobbing, melting mess in no time.
Poor hubby. I come out to the living room with a mascara and tear-stained face and he probably thought something tragic happened. As I hiccupped through the "our baby's leaving for college soon," he had the courtesy to pause the TV show he was watching and restrain from rolling his eyes. I appreciate that. But I probably wouldn't have seen it through my tears anyway.
And I couldn't close up that damn dam.
Needless to say, when you cry yourself to sleep, you wake up with your eyes just about stuck together and pretty darn puffy. I imagine I looked like a hot mess when I arrived at work, too, but no one dared point it out. I'm guessing I look as unstable as I feel.
Why do moms cry when their babies are ready to leave the nest?
Because this is the boy I see as he packs up his essentials for college – like bluetooth speakers and shaving cream – and leaves his Little League trophies behind.
A boy who is probably on his own roller coaster ride right now, and I have to remember that. As much as I hate heights, you know this isn't a thrill ride for me. Probably time I keep an eye on the little guy, be sure he's strapped in safely and surviving his own ups and downs.
Am I brave enough to let go of the safety bar with one hand so I can at least grab a Kleenex?
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