Farewell to College: A Parent’s Emotional Rollercoaster

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It was all supposed to be perfect. I had rehearsed every single word in my head the night before—well, more like the early hours of the morning. At 2:19 a.m., I had a clear vision of how I would drop off my oldest child at college the next day.

I imagined standing before him, arms outstretched like a comforting embrace, tilting my head just so. I’d pull him in close, smoothing his hair as he searched my eyes for reassurance. I would smile serenely and say, “My wonderful son, we are so proud of you. You’re going to do so well this year. We love you dearly!”

Then, we’d share a brief but heartfelt hug that would linger in the air, arms wrapped around each other, and I would whisper, “Goodbye, my boy!” With that, I would turn away, walking confidently to our minivan, no glances back, chin held high like a true champion. It would be a dignified farewell.

The Reality of Drop-Off Day

However, the reality of our college drop-off day turned out to be quite the opposite. As our son led us to the car, it was clear that this was the moment we had been dreading. I intended to offer him calm wisdom and support, but instead, I found myself spouting a stream of random advice:

“Use single-ply toilet paper because double-ply can clog! Don’t forget to sleep or you might feel down. Be sure to smile so everyone thinks you’re happy. Never place your drinking cups mouth-down on surfaces—they’re loaded with germs! And for goodness’ sake, wash your hands because some people don’t.”

He tried to escape my clutches, but I held on tight, bursting with unsolicited wisdom like a fountain that just wouldn’t stop.

“Don’t lend money!” I yelled, clinging to his shirt. “Always look over your shoulder when walking at night. And please, eat protein or you’ll feel sad! Shower regularly, it’s like magic!”

Then I threw my arms around him, reminiscent of how he used to cling to me as a baby, desperately trying to keep him safe.

I continued, my voice muffled against his chest, “Read food labels. Take your vitamins. Change your toothbrush when it’s worn out. Drink plenty of water! Keep a hat in your backpack, and don’t forget an umbrella—it can rain suddenly in Wisconsin. Move around for five minutes every hour of sitting. If you think you need to see the health clinic, don’t hesitate, just go.”

The lump in my throat grew larger, but I pressed on, “Purell is a must! Wet socks are a disaster! And make sure to see some greenery every day; scurvy is real!”

Emotions Overflowing

In the midst of my frantic advice, the moment I had rehearsed so perfectly slipped through my fingers. I wanted to deliver my heartfelt goodbye, but instead, tears began to flow. I lunged toward my son, soaking his shirt as I clung to him like a lifeline.

“Mom, why are you crying?” he asked, genuinely puzzled. The simplicity of his question made me realize that no words could convey my emotions. I buried my face in his neck, hoping he understood that I just wanted him to take care of himself.

I’ve always been there for him, and now he had to make sure he got home safely—without earbuds, and without my constant oversight.

This beautiful young man, who we are so proud of, is about to embark on this new chapter of his life. And if there were a way to translate my frantic words—“Wash your hands!” and “Earmuffs aren’t a substitute for a hat!”—it would simply say, “Your mom loves you more than anything.”

Further Reading

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Conclusion

In summary, saying goodbye to your child as they head off to college can be an emotional rollercoaster filled with unexpected advice and heartfelt moments. The hope is that amidst the chaos, they feel the love and support you’re trying to convey.