I am only slightly panicking...really.
Tallest Son is getting ready to embark on a life adventure: two months abroad. I'm so excited for him, and so proud of him. He's prepared for this trip meticulously, on his own (this from the ADHD-addled kid who could barely focus long enough to finish a sentence at the dinner table). It's going to be so good for him - a really great experience in learning new cultures, learning to trust himself, learning what he's capable of.
And I'm only slightly panicking...really.
Which is silly of course. In this day of instant communication, he's only a Skype session away. He'll be on Facebook. He'll be on the other side of the world, but right there at my fingertips as well.
He's leaving early next week, and while I had him in the car this morning, I wasn't sure I'd see him before he left, so I hurriedly told him all the things I thought he needed to know - the "don't take candy from strangers" speech, only updated for a young man about to venture out into the world.
And then he'll be gone.
And I'm only panicking a little. A little.
God's Angels guard and keep you
All the way that you must travel
Till earth's days are past
When blossoms fade and
Time is fleeting fast
In times of purest joy
Or pain and fear
God's Angels guard
And keep you safe. Amen.
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