Our whole family has been seeing the same doctor for about 15 years.
I had an appointment with her today and she was a nervous wreck. She told me she’s flying to Houston tonight with her son, who’s starting college at Rice University.
I’ve already had a child move away for college so she asked, “How did you handle this? I feel like I have a rock on my chest.”
“Well, it’s a challenge when you love someone so much and they leave. Maybe prescribe yourself some Xanax.”
“What do you do at the end? How do the parents leave? Does everyone just hug and say goodbye?”
“You probably have to follow your heart on that. My goal was not to cry in front of the boy and I did accomplish that. I hugged him, I said ‘I love you, I’m proud of you,’ he walked into the dorm and I got in the car and drove home.”
She started grasping at straws. “I guess you get used to it over time,” she said.
“Not really. It’s been six years and I still haven’t gotten used to it.’