My Son

I was not a father until he existed.  He was born five and a half weeks early 18 years ago.  We had signed up to take a one-day lamaze class, but the class was on Saturday. He was born two days before that.  We weren’t ready for him yet.  The crib wasn’t set up. We hadn’t bought the stuff he needed (diapers, etc).  And yet he came.  He was supposed to be born a month after my college graduation, but he came a week before.  We were not ready.

That phrase was so true then, and it’s true now as well.  We aren’t ready for him to leave.  I think back on the last 18 years, and he has always been there.  Playing with his legos.  Making a mess.  Asking questions. Playing on the computer.  Eating all the food. Being weird.  Playing with his sisters.  Building snowmen. Being stubborn.  Being a boy.

And now he’s about to go off to college.  I know he’s coming home at Christmas. I know he’s coming home next summer.  But it won’t be the same.  For the next four months, he won’t be here. He’s going to start meeting a whole bunch of people and having a whole bunch of experiences that I won’t be a part of. I’m happy for him. But I will miss him. We will say goodbye to him next Sunday, and leave him behind.

And we’re not ready.


About Steve Picray

I have been many things, but right now I am a registered nurse attempting to pay off my debt so that, God willing, I can be a pastor again someday. I have a wife and three kids. I am a conservative Christian (of the Baptist variety). This blog is about me: the things that happen to me, the things that interest me, and the things that bother me. If you have a question, just e-mail me at spicray AT gmail DOT com. God Bless!
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One Response to My Son

  1. Mari says:

    Oh boy. This brings back memories. My mom cried the entire way home (to Iowa) from dropping my brother off at college (in Pennsylvania). The ENTIRE way. It was a long trip for this younger sister.
    When they dropped me off at college (in Kansas City) I cried for 4 months. I begged them not to leave me there. I actually said, “If you love me, you won’t leave me here.” They left me. Not because they didn’t love me 🙂
    I am not a parent, but I still feel for you. I can imagine how I’d feel. Time goes SO fast. My niece that was born when I was a freshman in college is going away to her freshman year of college next Wednesday. Seriously – when did they grow up? I blinked, and here we are.
    I’ll be praying for you and your family as you go through this bittersweet time.

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