I wrote this when Calvin started college and we left him in California to fly back to Abu Dhabi. Back then it felt too soon to post about it, with too much unknown, but after almost 3 fabulous weeks with my baby/adult son, I’m ready.
I didn’t cry at your birth so it only seems fitting that I don’t cry as you leave. Both events were marked with wonder, amazement and awe of new life.
You were a stranger then. I know you better now, but the man you’ll become is still a mystery — though growing clearer by the day.
I had no idea what it would be like to parent a newborn and I’m just as lost today. You’re my first to cross over into adulthood and again I’m a new mom to this era of life. Every day with you is a first.
Never stop texting.
Love,
Mom
