The other weekend, my unico was fortunate enough to have been invited to another College Weekend experience. Whereas last time he went to a University in Abu Dhabi, this time, he flew to Singapore.
It was an activity-filled weekend for him in another country. By himself, without nagging parents. What an adventure.
Unlike the first College Weekend that he had a month ago, this time I was not as anxious seeing him off. Perhaps it’s because Singapore is just four hours away, and he’ll be gone for just three days, anyway.
We dropped him off at the airport early Friday morning…
Needless to say, I am already preparing myself mentally and emotionally for the time when my son will leave for college for good.
It is inevitable. We have known this will happen… that he will study in another country. This has always been our plan for him, and his dream for himself. And given the opportunities that he has been blessed with, we know that this is also God’s great plan, as well.
But I guess no matter how much you prepare yourself, there will always be a feeling of loneliness that looms over, knowing that your child will be far away from you. As excited as I am with what the future holds for him, I still cannot help but be anxious, as well. Classic case of sepanx (separation anxiety).
The house was awfully quiet that weekend that he was away. Worse, I barely heard from him the whole time he was in Singapore!
At first I thought that maybe something was wrong with my phone’s signal, or with our internet connection at home. Eventually I realized — and got to accept– that he was busy. It was an eventful weekend… And he was having fun.
I also realized that it would have been more difficult for me if he kept texting and telling me that he was homesick, or that he was unhappy. I would rather that he was busy and enjoying… Even without us.
Letting go is not as hard when you know your child is excited, not unhappy, and is unafraid.
Alas, Sunday evening came. We were back at the airport, this time to pick him up.
It was a rainy late Sunday evening, but the airport was still buzzing with activity. A lot of families were picking up their loved ones.
As our car was lined up in traffic along the Arrival area driveway, a thought came to me…
To people or families with loved ones abroad, THIS IS the happiest place on earth.
Because truly, nothing beats the joy and happiness one feels when you see your loved one coming out of that Arrival area.
Being reunited with someone you love = priceless. ❤️
Okay, so he probably doesn’t look so happy… Let’s blame the hour and a half flight delay. It’s one thirty in the morning, so I’m cutting him some slack. 😉
Photos are all mine 😊