Yesterday we took our two youngest children, Hunter (18) and Grant (17) to college. They will attend the University of Iowa. It was fun, but also a lot of hard work (I forgot, we were actually MOVING them!). Hunter is in Currier Hall and Grant is in the brand new dorm, Catlett. We had lunch in Iowa City; what a great town. We are happy for them. They are well prepared and so are we. Or so I thought. On the way home late Sunday night, Shelly’s tears started flowing. We brought these guys home from the hospital together and now delivered them to college together. I was a bit surprised by the tears. We didn’t cry on the first day of kindergarten for any of the children; we actually “high-fived”. So, the tears were a bit of a shock, and I hate to see my wife cry. Fast forward to Monday morning; Shelly is now over her tears and is feverishly cleaning the house; similar to pre-baby “nesting.” She is looking forward to her new life as an empty nester. By contrast, on Monday I was a mess. Reflecting on the trip to Iowa City and my sons, triggered the grief I carry for Jack. I was distracted all day, and I cried all the way home from work. It has actually been a couple months since I cried. Tears are for cleansing and healing and I know that not one is wasted. By today I am much better (as if I were handed a Snickers bar). I, too, am excited for our children and our new type of life.
To all of you who have or are taking kids to college this fall, God Bless You! I am praying for you and your children. It’s an exciting time and you’ve worked hard to get to this point. Congratulations!
“The greater danger for most of us is not in setting our aim too high and falling short, but in setting our aim too low and achieving our mark.” - Michelangelo