“To my friends dropping off at college,
I am watching from afar and wondering what it feels like to push your baby bird from the nest amidst a pandemic.
I notice the careful details in dorm rooms; lights have been strung, pillows have been monogrammed, and beds are neatly made for the last time.
I imagine warnings about masks, social distancing, and lifting parties are tolerated by eager young adults ready for freedom.
I admire the bright smile of the momma whose arm is holding her not so little person a little too tightly.
I watch the brave fathers, quiet and stoic from afar, asking nonsensical questions and wondering how this could finally be happening.
I am in awe of your ability to let go, throw caution to the wind, and swallow the fears that must set sail of your mothering heart.
I understand how time does fly by, and though we’ve got nearly a half dozen more years, I can imagine that day.
I am knee-deep in motherhood and your bravery tells me to hold tighter, complain less, and laugh more often.
I hear the silence in your texts, and I notice the lump in your throat and the way you are trying to grin and bear it.
I know you’re wondering what the absence will feel like and if the silence will be too loud.
I know you’re praying COVID will stay away, and they can continue with a normal life that seems like a foreign land.
I acknowledge this is a huge life change that mothers of little people don’t understand, but we want to, and we’ll listen.
I think dropping your person off at college must feel like a bittersweet victory.
I watch my oldest boy lead his siblings through the world and I think about how it will be my turn in four more years.
For you, I’ll try not to wish for a quiet house and a day where chaos no longer reigns.
Kudos to the brave mamas and daddies.”
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