It's starting to sink in.
My boy is leaving the nest very soon. I guess I have been in denial these past months, but now, looking through his housing options in the university that he will be attending, I am suddenly struck by worrying questions.
"Will he like his room mate?"
"Will he eat healthily?"
"How will he like the college?"
"Will he make good friends?"
There is an almost physical pull where my heart is, and a lump in my throat when I think of the looming inevitable separation that will happen in a few months.
It is a fact of life, this rite of passage. However it is made worse by the fact that we will be geographically so far apart, on opposite sides of the world.
He will be fine. I know that. He is prepared to claim his independence.
But that doesn't make it any easier for me.
I can't imagine how much harder it will be when my younger son goes off to college in a couple of years.