Flying On His Own

We dropped The Boy off yesterday.

He's been attending community college in town these past two-plus years, so it was time he transferred to The University.  He decided to live in the dorm for his first semester to make some friends, with the hope that he would be able to get an apartment with a roommate in the future.

He is the last of our children to make this trek.  He is also the one I worry about the most.

I know he can handle this new adventure in his life.  He is strong and steadfast and loyal, this young man.  He loves deeply, forgives easily, and is not afraid to show his emotions.  I adore him, plain and simple.

He is also a bit shy.  Because of that, he finds it hard to make friends easily.  We are hoping that he will open up in this new setting, hoping that he will make lasting friendships with many people.  We hope he will learn to be self-sufficient, while still leaning on us for advice.

Isn't that what every parent wants for their child?

He says he wants to make a difference in the world.  He wants to work with people who have a hard time speaking for themselves.  I am so proud of his decision, and of him!

The time flies, my friends.

And now, so does The Boy.