He steps out of the car, his tall frame unfolding as he grabs his backpack and laptop. A faint hint of cologne mixes with the unmistakable scent of a teenager. His hair is slicked back with “product” (just a heads up, kids today don’t use gel or mousse). He turns to me with a quick grin, braces catching the light, and says, “See you later, Dad, love you.” I watch him stroll toward the bus, one shoe untied, before he climbs the stairs and waves from the window. That yellow bus carries him off to begin another day.
With each goodbye, I inch closer to the monumental farewell that looms ahead—one that is bound to shatter my heart. The moment when he says, “See you later, Dad, I’ve got this,” as we leave him at his college dorm. That goodbye signifies he won’t be next to me in the car anymore, where we once shared our favorite tunes while waiting for the bus in the gentle rain.
Countless “See you later, Dad” moments have marked his journey to independence. Each time I’ve watched him walk away, I thought I had endless time for him to turn back. But soon enough, and much sooner than I wish, I will be left behind, watching him pursue his aspirations.
“See you later, Daddy! I have a castle to build in the playroom!”
When I held him steady, letting go of his tiny hands, he took those first unsteady steps toward his father, laughter bubbling up as he tumbled down, his pride evident. I didn’t realize those initial steps would eventually lead him to navigate heartbreak as he stomped into the kitchen, shoes so much bigger than his first sneakers.
“See you later, Daddy! They have crayons here!”
On his first day of preschool, I snapped a picture of him proudly wearing his Thomas the Tank Engine backpack as he dashed inside, ready to conquer his new classroom. Little did I know I would one day watch him walk through the high school doors for the last time.
“See you later, Dad! I can ride to the stop sign all by myself!”
As I held the seat of his bike, running behind him until I was breathless, my heart soared when I finally let him go. I didn’t realize that watching him balance on two wheels would be a prelude to the day I’d see him gripping a steering wheel, my heart racing as I waved from the porch.
“See you later, Dad. No need to walk me inside; all the other parents don’t…”
When I dropped him off at his first co-ed party, I felt the familiar pang of nervousness for him, remembering my own awkward teenage years. I knew there would come a time when he’d attend college parties without needing a ride, making choices that would shape his future.
“See you later, Dad. Thanks for the clean clothes…”
When I sighed, exasperated by the laundry sprawled across his bedroom floor, I realized that his messy chaos meant he still needed me. Before long, he’ll be at our door with a laundry sack, leaving our home filled only with childhood memories.
“See you later, Dad. I need some cash.”
As the ice cream truck jangled its cheerful tune on a sunny day, he dashed through the kitchen, and I chased after him with a five-dollar bill. Watching him return with a melting ice cream cone reminded me of how much I cherish these simple summer days. Soon, he won’t be chasing the ice cream truck, and I’ll be slipping him cash for “books,” knowing well it’ll go toward something else.
“See you later, Dad. I’m going to marry her.”
Cuddled on the couch after his bath, he’d tell me, “I’ll always be with you, Dad. I’m going to marry you someday.” I held him close, knowing one day he’d change his mind. I’ll be there, watching him nervously adjust his tie on his wedding day, my heart swelling with pride as he takes his beloved’s hand.
As the bus disappears into the morning light, I softly whisper, “See you later, Son.” I patiently await that later, knowing it will come all too soon.
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Summary: This heartfelt letter captures the bittersweet journey of a parent as they watch their teenage son grow and become independent. Each “See you later” moment serves as a reminder of the impending goodbyes that will come with adulthood. From childhood milestones to the eventual transition to college and beyond, the author reflects on the importance of cherishing these fleeting moments while preparing for the future.