My oldest son heads back to university this week-end. Final year. Fourth year.
Hard to believe.
I remember his first year and getting him ready for the new adventure. I remember being sick with worry and having a profound sense of loss as I left him behind. And I also remember putting on a brave face to show that everything was fine.
I thought it would be easier after first year.
It was not that way with my daughter. And it is not that way with my son. I will miss him.