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there goes my heart

Have you ever had your heart well up with tears?

My nephew left for college this morning. My sister came over last night with a fully packed car. She dropped off her little girl with me and drove her son to college this morning.

I went throught the Indian custom of doing 'teeka' where you bless a person going on a journey to be victorious. Place a little 'kumkum' and rice on their forehead, feed them something sweet to make their journey pleasant, give them some money for good luck. What an emotional time.

It wasn't too long ago when my husband and I drove all night one Friday after work from Maryland to Ohio to welcome the first grand baby in our house. We were amazed at this little bundle.

Now a blink of an eye and this little bundle of joy is driving away to college - My eyes teared up as he was backing out of my driveway. Go forth and be victorious my little one.

And always remember that we love you.

Comments

Lakshmi -Celebrations said…
Very sweet.I have a similar one written called my daughter grows up....After all bonds,emotions and relations which keep us going.All blessings to your nephew.
August 22, 2009 at 7:42 AM
Sylvia K said…
Ah, yes, they all do grow up so quickly, don't they? Sometimes I look at mine now and wonder how they got so big, so grown-up? Surely it couldn't have been that long since I rocked them, nursed them and kissed away the hurts -- I had magic lips in those days! Wonder what happened to them, too, sometimes. Many blessings and good thoughts to your nephew. And thanks to you for sharing the love.

Dab your tears and enjoy the day!

Sylvia
August 22, 2009 at 8:53 AM
bodaat said…
Here's wishing your nephew a safe journey and success in college! i hope you're feeling better.
August 22, 2009 at 10:08 AM
bindu said…
My nephew started college this year too ... the oldest one in our house. But they don't even live on the same continent as me, so I hardly ever get to see them. Glad you could personally bless him and send him to college.
August 22, 2009 at 1:22 PM
ArtPropelled said…
It is a strange feeling isn't it? I saw my first grandniece (nephews baby) a little while ago and felt as if my heart was welling up with tears. Time is racing a little too fast for my liking these days.
August 22, 2009 at 11:36 PM
aMus said…
first children are so precious..

we adore our nephew, he's almost 18now, but he has a special place in our hearts!

my good wishes to all of you
August 23, 2009 at 2:08 AM
Shalini said…
What a heartfelt post! It's a special time for him, enjoy!
August 23, 2009 at 3:08 AM
Anonymous said…
And Meghana says in her poem so well "we shall be waiting".
August 23, 2009 at 7:33 AM
Lori ann said…
Oh I do know what you are going through! I'm sure your love has gone with him to college.
xx
August 23, 2009 at 10:25 AM
Shails said…
Aww...Time flies doesnt it.
August 23, 2009 at 10:33 PM
Val said…
so much beauty in your blog - I hope he is victorious in his life and there will be happy tears at his homecoming too. thank you
August 24, 2009 at 8:12 AM
janis said…
My youngest just left on Wednesday for college...
The good news~ she is only an hour away; her sister is there also; she is strong, vibrate, smart & independent; we have perpared for this for years; I am so proud of her...
the bad news~my baby left...I am sleeping with her blankie!
August 24, 2009 at 6:08 PM
Meghana said…
Oh, I wish I was there to see him go with you, I was probably awake, but not at home. If it wasn't kaila's birthday party, I wouldn't have even been awake then, but I would have been there. Werid how these things plan out, isn't it?
August 24, 2009 at 8:11 PM
karen said…
hope he does very well. I know this time of life, and it does tug at the heartstrings to see them setting off on their new journeys!
August 25, 2009 at 6:45 AM
Paula said…
How heartfelt. Hugs to you. Wishing him success and serenity.
August 26, 2009 at 6:02 AM
Val said…
award for you at my place :-)
August 27, 2009 at 4:55 AM
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August 31, 2009 at 1:25 AM
Tessa said…
Aaah, yes, I remember it well.....

Your Indian custom of saying farewell to a traveller is so beautiful, so profound - I love it. Thank you so much for sharing that with us.

I wish your nephew a Zulu blessing...hamba khale - go well, go gently.
September 3, 2009 at 8:14 AM
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