I woke with a knot in my stomach.
Steaming mug of coffee in hand, I watched the darkness give way to morning sun. And in the quietness of nature, my sorting and reflections gave way to memories.
Years ago, in Virginia, we lived within a few miles of the college campus where Doug taught and coached. Most days, Conley saw Doug gather his backpack and pedal to work on his bike, headlight in place for early morning and late night rides.
At just two, Conley scooted around our small home, backpack secured, declaring there were places to go. “I’m going to school,” he said. “I’ll be back later,” he would add. “Oh, the places you will go, Conley!” I would say, thankful at the time, I could hold him close. At naptime, we would read and reread the wonderful Dr. Seuss story of so many possibilities and what that journey may hold.
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
Dr. Seuss
Fast forward to today. In one short week, he is literally going to a new place – across the pond as they say. There will be university and soccer, people to meet and another country to explore.
He’s ready. Am I?
In some ways, I’m like a mother who wrote that she was a “hot mess on the inside; cool as a cucumber on the outside.” Admittedly, my hot mess emotions occasionally find their way out, much to my chagrin.
Lately, there has been a tug of war of time management. Time spent in preparation, organization, and packing versus time spent connecting with others as friends scatter to various campuses and job opportunities. During these weeks, we’ve tested patience while savoring many special moments.
