Chances are you’re preparing a child for school soon. Chances are you’ve bought them new clothes. Chances are you’ve purchased the supplies. Chances are your ready and nervous all at the same time of the prospect of their return to the daily routine of school. For some it maybe a new experience, for others it’s yet another year closer to graduation. For some it’s a time of great adventure, dread and fear.
Mine are both in college, mid-way through in fact. One is staying close, another is moving further away than we’ve ever experienced. I look at them now and see young men ready for anything, but yet totally unprepared for a lot. They’re amazing in nature, raised pretty well by Mom and I (arm reaching as far back as possible). They act cool and can be stand offish, difficult to read, especially at times when most can be emotional. We’ve prepared them to the best of our ability, we hope and pray they carry that forth. Mom has given them more than they’ll ever know, at least until they have a family of their own.
Chances are in the next week or two you’ll be tearing up as they step on the bus, maybe for the first time. Chances are you’ll pack yet another lunch, whisk them off and cherish your quite time as the chauffeur shift kicks in. Chances are you’re reminiscing of the past and wondering how you got here already. Chances are you’re hugging them, kissing them on the cheek and hoping that everything you’ve prepared them for is enough.
Chances are…all you can do is love them.