Letting go

Today my husband and I kissed my youngest son Dominic goodbye at the entrance of Kings College, University of Cambridge in the UK. He begins as a fresher, all fresh with the excitement of seeing so many things new and of learning much. We hugged him very briefly, the son we both were instrumental in bringing into this world, and then we walked away, not looking back, but looking into the future of a life with just the two of us, as it was in the beginning.

Dominic words still ring in my ears 'Let go ma'... yeah... we have to let go but these two words are never easy to follow. They let go off the hands that once led them, fed them, washed them, rocked them and protected them, but they cannot let us let go of the love we possess in our hearts for them, our hearts that are concerned about their welfare, our hearts that long to hear their voice call us, our hearts that hold a million memories, our hearts that show the scars of hurt too.

Like the setting and rising of the sun, one day ends and another begins and countless such settings and risings have come to this one. This day is not easy to bear.

God knows. God loves. And God is always there.