The College Goodbyes I Wasn’t Ready For

The College GoodbyesI Wasn't Ready ForIn some ways, I’ve been preparing for her to go to college for years. So why did I feel so unprepared? For instance…

…I wasn’t ready, on move-in day, to wake up with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.

…I wasn’t ready for the stress rising in me because all of the emails about orientation had gone to her, which meant I had to rely on her for information (which doesn’t feel natural to me).

…I wasn’t ready, as she walked the sidewalk leading to the freshmen cookout/welcome, to drive past and see the brief look of apprehension flicker across her face. I wasn’t ready for how this would affect me, or the emotion it would invoke.

…I wasn’t ready, the next morning, to say goodbye. To walk one way and see her walk another. To know that nothing will ever be the same.

…I wasn’t ready for the wave of regret over things I should have done more of or things I should have done less of; the feeling that time had run out.

…I wasn’t ready to point the car toward home, knowing that once we got there, her room empty room, the empty spot at the table, and her empty car in the driveway would all be there to greet me, but she wouldn’t.

I wasn’t ready. But she was.

She told me so as we went walking, the night before moving her into her dorm.

We had driven thirteen hours that day, and arrived at our hotel just after midnight. Wanting to stretch my legs before bed, and wanting just one more moment alone with my girl, I suggested taking a walk and she agreed. Our hotel was just across the street from her sparkly new campus, so we wandered that way, walking under the street lights on the empty sidewalks, peering into empty buildings and stadiums, and dreaming about what this place would become for her.

In the soft darkness, I asked again, “How are you doing? Do you feel ready?”

She said yes, she was ready. She reasoned that of course it would be hard–not knowing anyone, and starting from scratch. But she knew she would be okay. How did she know? “Because for my whole life you’ve been pushing me to try things I didn’t want to try, and encouraging me to do things that were hard. And I’ve learned that it’s hard at first, but then it gets easier.”

I smiled at this, remembering…

…In fourth grade, we talked about her switching schools. She didn’t want to, but we pushed and encouraged and said, “We’ll be here. God will help you.” And by the end of that year, she had made lifelong friends, and felt a part. She learned to trust God a little more through that experience, and we saw her grow.

…Then in sixth grade, we encouraged her to try the swim team. She didn’t want to, but we pushed and encouraged and said, “We’ll be here. God will help you.” And she loved it. She spent the next seven years swimming down lanes, diving off starting blocks, and shaving off seconds. She learned the value of team spirit and cooperation and developed the tenacity and endurance of a swimmer.

…In seventh grade, she did something she regretted and hurt someone’s feelings. We said she needed to go apologize. She didn’t want to, but we pushed and encouraged and said, “We’ll be here. God will help you.” And when she slipped back into the car after pushing that doorbell and saying those hard words, she felt better. She had learned the value of humbling herself to ask forgiveness, and began making this a habit.

…In tenth grade, we suggested that she gently remind the church leader (who hadn’t followed up) of her interest in playing keyboard in the worship band. She didn’t want to, but we pushed and encouraged and said, “We’ll be here. God will help you.” Her brave persistence led to years of involvement, including dozens of weekends serving with the band by playing in our church’s multiple worship services. She made friends, grew musically, and put down roots both in our church and her faith.

Over the years, we pushed and encouraged, she reluctantly agreed, and God did help her! She grew so much.

And now, she was ready to go. She felt confident because of all God had brought her through in the past. What a courage-inspiring thought. The morning before she moved into her dorm, I took this picture in the hotel room:

Linds Bible

It’s her Bible, resting beside her pillow, where she had been reading before I even woke up. I sent the picture to her later that day, saying, “This is how I know you’ll be okay.” She’ll be okay because she has Him. Because she’s learned to rely on Him to help her.

And now, it’s time to push and encourage–not just her, but me. It’s time for me to try something new. Something I don’t want to do. Something that is hard at first but will get easier. It’s time to let her go. (That’s hard for a Control Girl Mama like me.)

I’ll still be here for her. And God will still help her. And He’ll help me, too.

11 thoughts on “The College Goodbyes I Wasn’t Ready For

  • August 30, 2016 at 7:59 am
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    Good job, Shannon. Well expressed and this will remain a reminder on the hard days these next months.

    • August 30, 2016 at 10:18 am
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      Thanks, Cheryl. Yes, I’ll need to keep reviewing these thoughts. 🙂

  • August 30, 2016 at 9:46 am
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    You had me in tears by the end of this… My two are still little – 6yrs and 7yrs – but I feel a similar (but I’m sure on a way smaller scale) feeling every time they start school in the fall. Like time has run out. And how badly have I messed them up? Will they be ok without me all day? (I think I need to read your Control Girl book!) Still wiping tears…praying my kids know God by the time time’s up, like your daughter. Beautiful, Shannon. Thank you.

    • August 30, 2016 at 10:22 am
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      Oh, how I relate to your worry of, “how badly have I messed them up?” But you know, I think there’s a humility in those words, too. Knowing that we haven’t done it perfectly and God is going to need to make up for our lack. That’s our hope, as moms, right? That they will seek God and He will be what they need. We’re just the facilitator in connecting them to Him. And if we’ve done that, we’ve done well. Thanks, Pearl. You’re a blessing to me, and I can’t wait to meet you. 🙂

  • August 30, 2016 at 10:56 am
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    Well said! You were right on Shannon! It brought tears to my eyes! It does get easier in year two but never quite the same. 🙂

    • August 30, 2016 at 12:44 pm
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      Thanks, Brenda. No, never the same, but if we could line up the two and compare them–both how it’s been and how it will be–I’m sure we’d choose the latter. 🙂

  • August 30, 2016 at 7:24 pm
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    It’s not easy letting go but God gives them wings so they can fly on their own. I will be praying for your sweet girl & for you as well. Thanks for sharing <3

    • August 31, 2016 at 12:19 am
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      Julie, you have been an encouragement to me since the time Lindsay was a little girl. I appreciate the way you care, bring joy, and encourage!

  • August 31, 2016 at 7:19 am
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    This was beautiful, Shannon.
    I’m sure many women will nod and snuffle as they relate to this post.
    Love
    Robyn

    • September 4, 2016 at 5:26 pm
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      Thanks, Robyn.

  • August 31, 2016 at 12:45 pm
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    Love this, Shannon. The changing landscape of the home is hard but ultimately good. God was able to do far more in all of our lives with us apart than if we had stayed under the same roof. But it’s still sad and that speaks to the blessing of good relationships!

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