When my oldest son was born I was in the delivery room. I cried as soon as I saw him and didn’t really understand my emotion at the time. The day we drove him to college I cried the whole way. I knew life was now different from what I had known for the previous 18 years. I knew he would never live in our house again and be there every morning and night where I knew he was safe. It took me until sometime during his 2nd year to realize it was going to be ok for me and him. I realized he was becoming his own man and things would never be the same and they weren’t. He is 35 now and I’m more proud of the person he has become than I could have ever dreamed back then.
