Yes, I WILL Let Go

I dropped Dev off at law enforcement camp.  Our agreement was that if his roommate was already there, I'd just put whatever I was carrying in his room, give him a quick hug, and be on my way.  The maternal version of, "Later, dude."

And that's what happened.

I wasn't five minutes into the drive home when I decided I was a horrible mother, I hadn't really prepared my son to be on his own for a week, he would hate the whole thing, and at week's end, I'd pick up a depressed and wounded child whose dreams of working in law enforcement had become smoldering embers in the pit of broken self-esteem.

Eventually I talked myself out of all that.  Then, halfway through the drive home, I talked myself back into it.

I am now officially insane.