It’s been over three weeks since my oldest, #1Son, left for college. What has surprised me the most is when I feel sad…
I’m fine most days. Really, I am.
Then I start doing laundry.
In the bottom of one of my laundry baskets are a t-shirt, socks and shorts of #1Son’s — his little pile of clean clothes. Normally, when he lived here full-time, this pile would have been huge. Whenever I do laundry, I lay all the boys folded clothes on my bed before I delivery the clothes to their rooms. #1Son’s little pile of clothes seems to make it back on my bed each time these past weeks. Instead of putting his clothes away in his room, I keep putting his small pile back in the bottom of the basket in our room. His room is on the bottom floor, I tell myself, too far to put away right now.