My Baby Left Me

The big bad university stole my son from me on Saturday.

Friday- I cried off and on all day, I bawled when saying good night to him, and I cried myself to sleep.

Saturday – I sobbed when saying goodbye in his dorm room. Again I cried myself to sleep.

Sunday – Sob. Weep. Repeat.

It’s different this time because I won’t see him until Christmas. After that, I don’t even know when.

My baby bird is flying.

I raised him to fly.

I want him to fly.

But, it’s sad. So, so sad.