We're home from taking our daughter to college...
I know thousands of parents do this every year,
but it was a first time experience for us...
And as usual when anything happens in our family,
I like to share some of what happened.
Kaitlin was absolutely miserable
the minute our vehicle hit the Virginia state line.
I can't sugar-coat it, she looked like death warmed over.
We got to the university campus around 5:00 p.m.
and she started crying...
We got her dorm room assignment and unpacked all her things,
and she continued crying...
We set her room up and met one of her roommates,
and she dried it up for awhile...
And then we left her there for the night,
and she started crying all over again...
The next day was filled with lots of :
standing in lines (crying)
filling out forms (crying)
going to orientation class (crying)
And so on that second afternoon,
Mark and I finally called out to the Lord for help.
We stopped trying to do it on our own strength
and turned to the One who knew exactly
what Kaitlin needed to hear...
And here's what happened...
shortly after we prayed together,
Kaitlin came out of her class, got into the car
and yes, started to cry...
her professor had asked her to stay after her very first class
because he was concerned about her...
this man had never laid eyes on her before that day
and yet he knew something was wrong.
He talked with her, and encouraged her.
As she told us what had transpired, she was pretty upset.
She said she felt like she had been trying to pull her emotions together, but now it was obvious that she hadn't yet been successful.
Her dad and I spoke more words of encouragement,
and Mark even gave her some conversation starters,
yes that's right...Mr. Quiet himself.
Shortly we dropped her off at the next scheduled event,
a freshman cookout, and to be honest,
she was even more miserable, if that's possible, than before.
So when we were on the way to pick her up, after the cookout,
Mark and I both thought, "Well, we might just have to take her home if she's not any better."
And then she got into the car...with a smile!
My eyes are welling up as I write this...
The heartache and pain from a few hours before had vanished...
the tears and red nose were gone...
She had met some other girls
and had spent the entire cookout together.
She had made conversation. She had participated.
Kaitlin had turned to Him and He had strengthened her,
to step out and push herself forward.
And she did it...I've never been so proud of her.
She didn't stop talking to us about
what had happened the rest of the evening,
through dinner, at Target, on the ride back to her dorm.
I talked a few minutes ago to Kaitlin and told her
I was going to blog about what had happened
and she said to me,
"Well, just make sure you write that I'm not a crybaby anymore."
No you're not a crybaby, but you'll always be my baby!