We are frantically pulling together early action college applications. Like most experiences this year, it's a mixed bag of emotions. My babe is growing up. I think he's feeling my growing pains as much as I his. Each of us working toward independence in such opposing ways: I letting go from protecting, he letting go from being protected.
The visual for this one is the bungee jumper - first the free fall (yes! I've let go!) then boing, jerked back to holding on for dear life (God, protect my baby), followed by another free fall.
No wonder my neck hurts!
