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I want to bottle every moment between now and then. Grab hold of time and will it to slow down. I need to catch my breath. I need to figure out how to carry something that feels like both sadness and joy in equal measure. I don’t know how to hold that. But maybe that’s just it … maybe I can’t hold it. Maybe this has always been about surrender.
Every year, millions of American families send their children off to their freshman year of college. Their pictures dot our social media feeds. Images of excited students holding collegiate pennants, maybe wearing a hat or holding up their school’s hand sign with beaming smiles. Their parents post excited words about futures and hopes and dreams. So why am I struggling so much? Why does this feel more like a loss than a gain? Why are my tears always on edge, threatening to spill over each time I think about August and what it will bring?