Tomorrow’s the day, Wyatt.
Tomorrow you move into your dorm and start the next chapter ~ COLLEGE.
I knew it was coming. It’s not like this day snuck up on me unexpected, like when Trump was elected. I’ve been doing the mental countdown all summer.
Some days the speed it was approaching made me sad.
Some days it made me giddy.
Some days I flipped you off as soon as you left the room.
Some days I watched you play endlessly with your cousins and my heart was so full.
Some days you did typical teenage boy stuff and all I could do was bow my head and pray “Dear Lord, I pray you silence his attitude before I smother my only son with an Aldi bag.”
Because the truth? The truth, my sweet boy, is simple. From the moment you were born, you have always owned my heart.
You were born on your due date (thank you for that) and at 10 pounds (total dick move by the way). Everyone loved you.
And you loved everyone. Especially blondes. On your first day of preschool your dad walked you into the classroom and you tugged on his hand. He leaned down and you motioned toward one of the teachers and said, “I call the blonde.” You were 4.
Growing up in a family with 3 older sisters, you probably felt like you were never heard. But you didn’t let that stop you from delivering some funny and head scratching lines over the years. I remember talking to you alone after your dad and I told you kids we were getting a divorce. I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.
“Do you have any questions for me?” I asked you.
You were 6, and eating a bowl of Cheezits. You studied my face, thought for a moment and then asked “So are you gonna like marry George Lopez now or what?”
Um excuse me? No I will not.
You have always been such a great human. I know I’m your mama and inherently biased but thank you for making the motherhood journey easier for me than your sisters did. Amirite??
Thank you for your sweetness to everyone. It shows your good heart.
Thank you for your kindness to strangers. It shows your character.
Thank you for everything good you’ve brought into my life.
I have absolutely loved being your mom and seeing you grow into a wonderful young man.
Tomorrow you start the next chapter and I am so excited for you. I mean, FOR SURE I’ll be doing the ugly cry in your dorm hallway but that’s a given. I sobbed on your first day of kindergarten so we already know I have issues with self control.
Because this next step? Ushering my last child into college? This is supposed to be my swan song. So why is my throat so tight?
Because you’ve always been loved so very, very much. And it’s going to be hard not to be around you and the good vibes you give.
But hey, since you won’t be needing your closet…
