We walked from baggage check-in to the stairway in a matter of minutes and then he looked at me and said, “Well, this is it. Bye Mom.”
I’m never ready for that moment. And he knew it when I could barely squeeze out the words “I love you.” A hug and a kiss as tears welled in my eyes and off he went with his backpack and ski boots slung over his shoulders. Another semester before him with two more on the horizon.
During the hour-long drive home, I kept thinking about him and the fine young man he is becoming. And so it seemed only appropriate as I headed off for a late afternoon tramp in the woods that he should be on my mind.
This is to you, my son. I know you’ve already got much of life figured out and that you’ve always been perceptive, but you know me–I like to add my two cents for whatever it’s worth.
Sometimes the trail you choose to follow will be well trodden.
Other times, you’ll choose a path others haven’t considered.
Either way, you might encounter thorny bramble or
a variety of obstacles.
I know you won’t be afraid to rough things up as you consider your options.
And I hope you’ll cross boundaries, mindful of other people’s property.
Occasionally, it will be smooth skating.
But breaking through the ice isn’t all bad, especially if it leads you in a different direction.
Look for the Ys as you continue to ask questions.
Seek answers, even if they aren’t totally fulfilling. Certainly, they’ll lead to more questions.
Don’t let the little mites get under your skin, or they’ll eat away at you.
And don’t stockpile all your hemlock cones in one deer print or someone else may beat you to them.
As you grow among your peers
reach for the sky.
Find beauty in the simple things.
Let your thoughts crystalize.
Share your ideas.
And at the end of the day, don’t forget where home is.
To you, my son, we’ll always be here for you and we love you. Safe travels, study hard and make sure you get plenty of sleep. Love, Mom.