One of my chicks has flown the nest.
Two weeks ago, we moved our oldest son Reece into his dorm at LSU. He’s studying Economics and Philosophy in the Ogden Honors College with dreams of becoming a lawyer and a professor.
In the months leading up to his move-in day, I tried to soak in the sound of his footsteps booming down the wooden stairs, the way he played Grateful Dead’s “Brown-Eyed Women” beautifully by-ear on the piano in our living room, and his casual, deep-voiced “Love y’all” when he was leaving to go hang out with friends.
I made the mistake of listening to Katrina Kenison’s “The Gift of an Ordinary Day” on YouTube.
Our foyer turned into an Amazon warehouse full of dorm-room must-haves.
Even so, when the morning came to drive to Baton Rouge, I wasn’t emotional, just hyper-aware that “the day had come.”
We spent six hours moving him into a dorm that made my first dorm seem like Angola.