Letting Go, One Semester At A Time

Letting Go, One Semester at a Time

My daughter will be heading back to college toward the end of this month. This will be her second year, so at least we know what to expect.

Last year was filled with both excitement and anxiety as we entered this new chapter together. We bought far more than she probably needed and worried about every little detail. Would she have everything? Would she make friends? Would she like her classes? Would she be happy?

But nothing prepared me for the goodbye.

I cried for weeks after her high school graduation because I knew that moment was coming. Then I cried almost the entire three-hour drive to her college. When we arrived, we unpacked the car, set up her room, and talked as we organized everything just the way she wanted it. She was excited and ready for this new adventure.

Then came the hug goodbye.

(Excuse me while I wipe away a tear remembering that moment.)

It was one of the hardest moments I’ve experienced as a parent. My daughter isn’t just my daughter—she’s also one of my closest friends. It felt like a piece of my heart was suddenly three hours away.

Needless to say, she thrived.

She earned all A’s, made wonderful friends, and embraced college life. Watching her grow into a confident, independent young woman has been one of my greatest joys.

Having her home for Christmas break filled our house—and my heart—with happiness again. Of course, saying goodbye after Christmas for the second semester was difficult too. Even though I still have my wonderful husband, my amazing son, my teaching job, my writing, and now my growing speaking ministry, nothing replaces having your whole family together under one roof.

Now, as her second year approaches, I still find myself getting teary-eyed.

The difference is that this year my tears are mixed with confidence.

I know she can do this. I know she’ll continue to learn, grow, and make memories that will last a lifetime. And I know I can continue being her mom, even from three hours away.

We’ll text. We’ll call. We’ll celebrate the victories, talk through the challenges, and count down the days until Thanksgiving, Christmas, and every visit home in between.

While she’s building her future, I’ll continue building mine. I’ll keep teaching, writing, and pursuing speaking opportunities that encourage others. I’ll treasure every moment with my son as he begins his last year before high school—a reminder that time never slows down.

Will I cry when we leave her at college?

Absolutely.

Will I notice how quiet her room is when we get home?

Without a doubt.

But I’ve learned that loving someone sometimes means cheering them on as they walk toward the life you’ve always hoped they would have.

As parents, our goal was never to keep our children beside us forever. Our goal was to give them the confidence to step into the world, knowing they are loved, supported, and always have a place to call home.

So, as another semester begins, I’ll probably cry a few tears.

Then I’ll smile.

Because watching your child spread their wings is one of the greatest blessings—and greatest privileges—a parent can experience.