We just got back from dropping off our daughter, who is starting her second year of college. Over the past several days, I've also been reading the emotional posts from friends whose children are leaving home for the first time.
Here's what I wish I had known when I was in their place last year: It gets so much easier. I'm sure experienced parents shared this same wisdom with me when I was deep in my feelings about our first born leaving the nest. But it's hard to believe when your emotions are so tumultuous, and your mind is racing with a million details and worries.
Leading up to and during that first drop off, I was anxious and bereft and excited and overwhelmed. I'm sure our daughter felt some of that, albeit much more excitement about her impeding freedom from parental oversight.
