Last night we were headed back from DC where half of our adult children live. I was doing just fine because I will see them again in September, so I was doing fabulous….no tears were falling down this girls face…I was good!!!
Then as I lined up in my little Boarding A group….i looked outside…..and I saw the train that my son rides on everyday…and I teared up.
This past year scared me…..I was afraid I would have to say goodbye way earlier than I wanted.
Trey was born in Overland Park KS…but was raised in Kansas City…the Missouri side. When he was three I remarried and we moved to a little town…and he has always longed for the big city….
I get its charm. Whatever I want to eat….I can….
It has amazing museums and art galleries.
There are phenomenal monuments
The food is pretty darn good!
There are quirky art galleries as well….
The amazing Hope Diamond
But still….every parent hates to say goodbye and get on a plane.
If he’s sick….I am too far away. If he’s lonely….I am too far away…..if his heart is broken..::I am too far.
So even though that train makes me sad….i pray over it…I pray it keeps my boy safe on his way to and from work. I pray he meets nice people on a day he’s sad. I pray he is kindness and stands up for those who are alone.
This is what it looks like to let your children fly….and it’s not easy….
The Reluctant Red Nose 