What It Means To Be Blessed
by Jamison Koehler on August 23, 2013
And then, just like that, my wife and I are empty-nesters.
Dropping our son off in his new dorm room, I remember the feeling: You miss your parents already. And yet you can’t wait for them to leave.
But our son is patient with us. Coming back to say goodbye, he offers his body for the hug. Then he allows me to hold the hug just a little bit longer than normal.
Jamie! Stop making me cry!!
I remember the hug. I regret that I wasn’t able to say good-bye because I couldn’t make sound come out of my mouth. The hug was all I could do.
SHG:
And I remember the post: http://blog.simplejustice.us/2012/08/19/ot-the-short-ride-to-cambridge/
I take heart in knowing that you and Dr. SJ seem to have survived it.
One of the hardest things I ever did was drop my youngest off at college. By the time we dropped off our third, I was ready for empty nest. Congratulations, or condolences, or whatever.
Norm!