Maybe I’ll cry later, but honestly, I feel relieved. I’m kind of looking forward to cleaning up the scuz he left behind at home. I keep threatening to turn his room into a hot yoga studio.
Beyond that, I’m not sure how I feel about him going off to school. I promised myself when he was little that I would prepare him the best I could to let him go, to help him become himself rather than who I want him to be. The jury’s still out on how well I did that job, but most of my role in it is done. I think that is the point of parenting. I hope I got it mostly right.