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In less than a month…

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

I’ll drop my first-born baby off at college! He’s ready, but am I? I’ve been online shopping(looking not buying) all day. There are so many things that he’s going to need. He found out yesterday that he has a single room all to himself. I couldn’t believe it! That sounds like a good thing, right? I’ve been so worried about his roommate situation. I have imagined every single crazy scenario possible.

Would they get along? What if he was a jerk? Or I hope he’s a Christian! I’ve gone back and forth with God over it. I guess He finally got tired of listening to me and said….”Alright, lady! He can live alone!”. I know….that’s crazy! But then again….so am I.

Everytime I think of something…I add it to the list. Which is growing quite long. It’s the weird little things that you forget about. A flashlight? Yea, he’ll need that. Hooks for the wall? He won’t have much space, these are a must! Bedding….oh yes. He has to have Twin XL sheets. I’ve been pricing them all over. He cannot stand scratchy sheets (a family curse!). Do you know how hard it is to find soft XL twin sheets? Well….IT’S HARD! Plus, I’m on a budget. I have to make my dollar streeeeeetch! That’s something I’m pretty good at. But come on! I need some for $30 or less, please!

I’ve thought of the after affects of leaving him there. What kind of condition will he live? It’s hard work keeping things up in a house (dorm). If you cook….you have a mess to clean up. Will he do that? It can overwhelm you. What about making sweet tea? He really thinks he can’t live without it….How will he bother with that chore when he doesn’t have a sink in his room? And storing sugar? That’s an adult thing, right? He’s just a kid…..to me.

I’m growing God. Thank you for taking it easy on me. Every new day….I see more and more that you’re preparing me. I feel like I’m choking most of the time. I have a permanent lump in my throat. Will it ever go away? Help me……help him do what he has to do. I trust You, Lord and I love you too.
Amen.

24 days. But who’s counting?