We spend the day washing clothes then we stare at stacks of clean clothes not wanting to place them. We know that once we fold them and place them in the luggage it will be real. Real that she will be leaving soon. Going back to school. At least once she will say, "I am not ready to go back yet." I try to stay tough and not break down into a pile of tears. I speak of how soon it won't be long until we see each other again. I know when she arrives at school she will be so busy with studies and basketball that she will be fine. The time moves so slowly until the last half hour and then the time flies by. And then, she is gone. Darn college sports that make our vacations so short!
Each time they go back it is a little less harsh on this mothers heart. Every bit of growth I know only makes us stronger.
One a happy note my son is home until mid January. I am so happy he does not do sports so I can have him a little longer.
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