He was in grades 1-6 in Georgia and then grades 7-12 here in Germany. He’s only lived in four places (one of those twice), which is not many when you think of how many times a military kid can move in his lifetime. But the past six years of living in Europe have been great for our family…and on Friday he will return to the good ol’ USA for good. Not just for college. But for good. He is moving.
This week we had his Unacccompanied Baggage packed up and sent off to his university. He has his two suitcases ready. We have a shopping list for a few “Wal-Mart items” to buy next week. His orientation is scheduled, and his classes have been registered, fees paid, scholarships received. The bank account has been established, graduation checks deposited, debit card ordered, checks received.
This almost-19-year-old young man is ready to live in a traditional dorm and share meals with new friends and classmates in a dining hall referred to affectionately among the students as “Chow.”
But this mama, even in her knowing that he will be home for Christmas, that we can Skype and send messages and emails, and call if necessary…it’s still an ocean apart.
I know other parents of college students are saying goodbye to their young adults soon as well. I know this. I’ve done it three other times. That doesn’t make it an easier this time around.
So we wish you well, David. Go and do great things. Hold fast to your faith in Christ; He has promised to never leave you or forsake you. Work hard. Let that come before play. But play, too. Make friends. Make lifelong friends as you attend my alma mater. Make it your own. Call it home.
This is why I need MOCA. Because my son and your young adults as well need our prayers. And also…we need the support of each other…we need the cconnecteness that comes out of joining together to lift up our kids to their unchanging, all-loving, sovereign Father. Our kids need our prayers. And we need MOCA.
Do you have someone to pray with yet?
Because, come on, village. We need this. I need this.