This is my 50th post since I started blogging in November 2011. It is timely. My first son left for the University in US last Sunday. This blog is therefore dedicated to him.
Many thanks to all of you who have been here since I started the blog. I appreciate the time you spend here and the words of encouragement you share with me. God bless you richly.
How do you find that one place among tens of thousands of schools in a country?
We prayed some more.
A few days to go, he started packing and the reality set in. He was really packing, he was excited about going to school and I had to be happy for him. So why the nostalgia? I guess every mom goes through this. My friends called it, the bittersweet feeling. I wished he was not going so far away.
I planned the week before his departure to give us the opportunity to spend time together. It was two days before his departure and nothing I had planned for the week turned out as planned. He came into my room that afternoon and sat on my bed.
"Do you read my blog?"
After a period of silence, he replied, "Sometimes"
We had this conversation before. I got the sense that what I write here does not address the concerns of a college-bound teenager or the truth might be that, he simply did not have the patience for the "long" articles.
"Find time to stop-by once in a while, there might be some messages for you."
"You know I had so much planned for us to do together this week?"
"It's all right, Mom." He shifted his frame sprawled over my bed and continued to play his game on my Ipad.
I had a choice: to cry over the plans that have not gone right or grab this moment and make them special. I chose the latter.
"How do you get excited and worked up about something that is not real?" I asked.
To my dear son, if you are reading this, I was moved when I read the introduction to your autobiography- My Flight to Success, which you wrote for your university application essay. As you begin the first leg of your flight, remember to stay focussed on your goals and pursue your dream without relenting. Much love, Mom.
Landmarks etched on my heart
Like billboards along my path
Reminding me of the moments we shared
Making memories together.