Move In Day
September 25, 2019
My thoughts the morning of moving my oldest son, Jon, into his dorm at Seattle Pacific University.
It's almost 8:30 out west and I have just finished my coffee. It's dorm move-in day and I have been sorting and gathering-- myself. I'm not all together but I'm good. I have spent the last couple hours reflecting and scrolling through my Instagram pictures from the last few years. I feel so many emotions and it's not like I imagined. It's deeper felt but not agonizing. It's hard to let go but beautiful to let him fly. In one sense, the one that I will feel the easiest, he will be missing. But, equally as real, he will be becoming. He will come into his own. It isn't the start of his journey because that started with us. It is when the journey becomes his own. This is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak. This isn't about letting go, it's about setting him free. It's one of the craziest, most beautiful moments I've had as a mom so far because the complexity of emotions is stifling and strengthening all at once. I am sure this is what a lot of parents go through when their kids leave home. This is just my first go at it. These moments are hard and most certainly, awe-inspiring. I thank God for all of it. I feel very thankful for this privilege of motherhood. I am truly thankful to be Jon's mom. This is a good day- one that I will always remember.