The unexpected tears caught me off guard during my drive home from my first parents’ weekend at college. My son, now a sophomore, had seen me last year, which I regrettably missed. This year, I was grateful for the time spent together, knowing he wouldn’t be home for Thanksgiving. While I anticipated some sadness as I left, I generally don’t consider myself a tearful mom.
When I dropped him off for his freshman year, I did shed a few tears at goodbye, but I didn’t linger by his closed door or cry in his immaculate, empty room. I was genuinely thrilled for him—he was where he belonged. Our conversations revealed a young man who was flourishing: making friends, excelling academically, and enjoying sports like soccer and tennis. With him thriving, I couldn’t justify feeling sad. I was simply excited that he found his perfect school.
Of course, I missed him. The house felt quieter, even with my daughter, Mia, filling it with her laughter and impromptu dance parties. Dinner debates were now a trio instead of a lively quartet. My grocery shopping was excessive, yet I knew we had done our job as parents—instilling independence and strength in him. He was pursuing his dreams, and that was all we could hope for.
This year, however, I didn’t foresee the emotional shift. I was unprepared for the pang in my heart when he had too much homework to meet on Sunday. The tears were unexpected as we drove away, leaving a piece of my heart behind in Connecticut.
I had looked forward to seeing him on Friday, and my heart swelled as I hugged him. The weekend was delightful: we spent time by the water, indulged in lobster and ice cream, enjoyed walks, attended a cappella performances, and cheered at a soccer game. When we hit up Target, I found myself wanting to buy him everything, even though he didn’t need much.
He is maturing and thriving at college without me, and I couldn’t be prouder. Everything is still on track, just like last year. Yet, this time, when I said goodbye, I cried. I felt the lump in my throat during the drive home, and even now as I write this, tears well up in my eyes. Who would have thought I’d become that mom after all?
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In summary, while I thought I was prepared for my son’s transition to college, the emotional weight of saying goodbye surprised me this year. It’s a journey of growth for both him and me, as I navigate my role as a proud mom while learning to embrace the bittersweet moments of letting go.