– A quick prompt from my new writing group (and dedicated to my all-grown-up 6’2″ baby, Patrick):
I try not to think about it. He will be leaving soon. It looms in the distance. Not immediate, but also not far away. It taunts me, and it haunts me. His leaving. What will the days be like if he’s not here to share them?
Will he be ok?
The world is his for the taking. The world. Large and frightening. Full of opportunity and disappointment. Excitement and challenges. Success and failure. Love and devastation.
The most terrifying part of motherhood is the inability to protect him. For nearly 18 years now, it’s been my pleasure, my duty, to protect him from the harsh realities of this world. But my duties are quickly becoming obsolete. My worries taking their place. My hopes that life, that people, will be kind to him. That all of his hopes and dreams materialize. That he is happy in life and love.
But my biggest hope is that I have done my job well. That he has the confidence and the courage to take his future by storm. To be the force that I have watched take shape for so many years.
Once upon a time, in his eyes as a toddler. And now, in his tenacity as a teenager, as a senior.
And so, it looms. College. It looms with fear. It looms with loss. But mostly, it looms with hope. Hope for a future ripe for his picking.
~ Chick Hughes