I can't find him anywhere. Every time I turn around, I can't believe what I see. In my little boy's place there is an almost man. I told him today that my tears were not so much that I am sad he won't be here, but that when he walks away from me at the airport, I will never see my little boy again. In two years, he will return to me, but he will be a man. And that makes me sad, because I love this little boy of mine.
The passport has been applied for, FBI clearance mailed off (again), suits purchased, airline flights arranged, farewell dinner organized. And while I am so happy to send him off, I can't help but be sad. I already miss him and he still has two weeks left...bear with me, my emotions will be touch and go for a while.
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My daughter just moved down the street and I can see her pretty much whenever I want (but don't). The first few days were hard. I can't imagine your feelings beyond that. Does it help that mine will be living just a block from yours (maybe) at least for a few weeks? Our hearts can point in the same direction.
It is so hard to have them move away, even for very good reasons! Cutting those apron strings is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. He'll do great!
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