Am I the only one?

Sometimes I feel like I am the only one.  The only mom that cries BEFORE her first son leaves on his mission.  It really does not take much to make me cry either, which is the funny part.  It can be the thought of the dog and what he will do without Frasier.  Parker, waking up in a room all by himself; looking across his bed at Garrett's empty bed, empty, with no one to talk to.  Socks is what did it the other day.  Garrett's last day at work today.  Next week, next week Garrett will be at the MTC on his second day of his mission adventure.  Looking across the room and seeing Garrett sitting on the couch, playing on his computer, sitting there in his pajamas.  I in my heart knows the mission is what he needs, I know he needs to go and serve the Lord and serve the people of Tallahassee, but I am having a hard time letting him go.  I can see him pushing away, wanting to spread his wings and be his own person, but I am having a hard time letting him fly by himself.  He seems young; not ready; he still needs his parents protection.  I know it will take faith on my part that he is will be doing well; that he will be in the Lord's hands.
I have noticed that the more I pray, I seem to do okay.  That doesn't mean the crying stops, but it is not as often.  But through prayer, I know that it is okay to cry, but I also feel comforted.  I also know that everything will be okay.  I have also found that after a good cry, I'm okay.  I can carry on for a few more hours.
So am I the only one?  I don't think so, at least I hope not, but I think it is hard to watch your babies grow and leave the nest, whether it is on a mission, moving out of the house, or going to school.  This has always been emotional for me, watching them enter the next stage of their life.  Change happens, change is good, but sometimes it is hard.  This is good change, change that must happen, but it doesn't mean that I won't cry about it for awhile.