Kid has been home since the 21st when I went and picked him up. Time sure went fast!
As the man of the house, I'm supposed to be the tough one! Kid doesn't seem to care, so long as he has access to his computer and video games. The woman has always been better emotionally than I am, and seems to take things in stride. Me? I'm the worrier of the family who worries and writes down every last detail. Sad to say goodbye again, worrying about him taking care of himself, getting to classes, not being afraid to seek help if he needs it... just everything basically.
But hell, he's 18 years old now, time to man up. I suppose if I don't let go and let him "succeed or fail" - then he'll never grow up properly. I/we give him support, finances & everything we can short of doing the work for him. He's a lazy kid, although very smart, and I worry about the simplest of things as getting out of bed and getting to his damn classes!
Ain't easy letting go. And if you had asked me 10 years ago, I likely would have said I can't wait to kick his ass out the front door! Easier said than done.