Four years ago I wrote about how we dropped our oldest boy off at college. Here is the thread below:
It’s worth playing loudly:
This boy, now a young man, graduated from college on Saturday with a B.A. in political science and is preparing to study constitutional law next.
His start wasn’t easy: halfway into his first year the pandemic hit and my husband and all of the other parents had to file in, one per student, and move them from their dorms in an apocalyptic scenario:
It was hard. Labs, foreign language class, all done online for the remainder of the year. All of these kids took a some sort of hit academically, socially, emotionally. I thank God that He prepared me for something like this when I homeschooled them up until junior high and 5th grade.
I was quietly, selfishly grateful for the extra time we had with him at home but I was much more worried about the cost, a cost that manifested in a much steeper workload when normalcy resumed.
He, like many others, fought through it. He persevered. I’m very proud of this guy.
I put the basket in the water, I put all my faith in God, and God was faithful, just as always.
I put the basket in the water and God molded and shaped and safely returned to me my young man.
I have another basket to put in the water at the end of this summer, but that’s a separate story for a later time. I know this though: I have joy in my heart, praise on my lips, and a better understanding from experience.
Congratulations! I love that saying, put the basket in the water. Well done. I am done, both married and gainfully employed, yea! I remember sending my first one off on her first school bus ride (then moved to private school), first solo drive away from home, and taking her to college. Tears, but I know all along that was my job, to send them off. God is good
Well done, Mom. I am years behind you in this, but I can remember how hard it was for my mom. But I also remember a similar, satisfactory feeling of “She did her job” in her smile.