On May 5, 1996, I cried in the middle of the night because my dear husband Hunter H Hilburn refused to allow me to call the nursery at Good Shepherd hospital to have my first child, HarrisonTrouble Hilburn , brought to me. He was about 24 hours old at the time. Now he is 18 years old and we are leaving him at LeTourneau University this weekend. A place only about 30 minutes from our home, a place I visit every weekday, a place that has been my work family for 12 years, a place I love dearly, yet the current task at hand of taking my first child to college isnt any easier. I think back to when I headed off to college in the fall of 1986. I initially went by myself. I honestly dont know how my mom survived. How in the world did she stand in the driveway and watch me drive away without chasing the car down the street? I completely understand now why she threatened me that if I went away to school, I could only come home once a month. On the flip side, I am thankful my mom insisted on college as the next step in my life after high school graduation. Many of us live our lives saying I hope I never act like my mom. My prayer today is that I will be able to be exactly like my mom in this particular endeavor. I pray I will be strong - allowing my baby bird to fly away from the nest just as my mom did for me. I pray I will be supportive - in all areas especially emotionally and financially to my son as my mom was for me. I pray I will be able to continue the legacy of valuing higher education my mom instilled in me while allowing Harrison to make his own decisions - both positive and negative - and permitting him to accept the consequences of those decisions - again both positive and negative. I pray that no matter what the future holds, Harrison would never, ever doubt my love for him - that he would always know how much I love him, just as I know my mom loved me.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 04:01:28 +0000
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