These are just a few of the emotions I’ve entertained this past week since we found out my son got accepted into an Ivy League school.
When he first mentioned his desire to apply, I encouraged him.
Of the five Ivy Leagues he applied to, he was wait listed for two, turned down for two, and accepted to one.
Now that one school has become the one.
Now that the reality is settling in, I’ve been grappling with nearness of my impending empty nest. Tears fighting for a chance to surface and a heaviness in my chest are ever present.
I’m not looking for pity. Being accepted to an Ivy League school is the kind of stuff dreams are made of. I’m proud of my son and I’m proud of myself for encouraging him to do his best. Being a single mother wasn’t easy and I worried that I didn’t or couldn’t do enough. Looking back, I think his independence thrived as a result.
So, how did this happen so fast? Is he going to be okay so far away from me?
As I gazed up to the sky, I noticed a young hawk coasting on the breeze. Not far behind him was a larger hawk, presumably his mother.
Like that hawk, I know the truth. He is ready to fly.