I just took my son to the airport so he can begin his second year of college. I thought this year would be easier but panic and anxiety has set in again. I have a headache and I am nauseous. It's crazy how the body responds to your subconscious. I plead the blood of Jesus over he and his endeavors. For his safety and success, I pray daily. I just knew this time would be easier but I still broke down. I do not want him to feel bad or sorry for me so I tried to hold back but it happened anyway. Today we looked at old pictures, talked, ate tacos, and sat quietly with each other. I still see him as a three year old boy who was crazy about his mommy. As I left him at the airport, I saw a young man that had matured so much and is ready to set the world on fire. I miss him. I just miss his presence but I know he has to go. At least I know this is temporary.
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