College Mailers Are Chipping Away At Me

Almost every day these colorful little mail-outs arrive for my son.

He’s never gotten so much mail before. He gets more mail than anyone else. Because he’s halfway through his junior year, and the colleges all want our money.

The first time one of these little colorful cards arrived in the mail maybe two years ago or so, I remember being in shock myself but how excited he was. To get mail. To be “wanted” by a college. When in reality, it was probably just that somehow he got on some list a little early.

Now it’s such a normal occurrence that we hardly bat an eye. But here’s what does happen every time I get the mail.

Something happens inside me. They’re chipping away at me. These little cards from colleges all over the United States are slowly one-by-one chipping away at me.

With the first card, there was denial. My mind said

“Oh no. Not happening. My son isn’t leaving home. Ever.”

Denial stayed around a while.

Then by several weeks of little cards, there was a twinge of reality.

“Okay, my son will leave home someday. It’s still far away, but it’s likely to happen.”

Then after months, there was more chipping away. We were getting into the painful place where it hurt more.

“My son is going to leave. It’s even time to talk about where he might be going. It’s probably time to even quit ignoring some of these cards.”

Now the cards just hurt. Getting the mail just seemed to cut me.

But lately I’ve noticed it hurts not as much. There’s a wound there for sure. It’s opened but it’s numbing up. I’m starting to feel more numbness than pain. I’m getting used to the idea of what is coming.

And slowly, as these little cards lead my heart through time and through the process, I realize that they are part of preparing  me.

When the day comes, I know I’ll be ready. And I wonder how much of it will be from the feelings, the thoughts and emotions that went on each day when I got the mail.


One thought on “College Mailers Are Chipping Away At Me”

  1. I am right there with you. My daughter’s are slowly dwindling down as the deadlines near. I have decided I will not cry but go through all these “lasts” with a smile because on the other side there will be many wonderful “firsts” for her. This is what I was supposed to do as a mom, bring her to the point where she could go and be the wonderful person in this world that I always knew she would be. Good luck mom!


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