As I settle back into life, post-dropping my son off at college, I’m still not sure what I think of it all. Â On the one hand, it went fabulously. Â Every time we’ve gone back to visit the school, we’ve felt sure it was the right place for him. Â Not the most prestigious school, but he never wanted the kind of competitive elbow-throwing that tends to come with that. Â Not the closest, or the farthest…not the biggest, either…wait, is this starting to sound like a Goldilocks story? Â Or is that my fear popping back up, that I’ve somehow let my child into a sweet little house and told him to grab a bite of porridge and a nap, all tucked in safe, but the bears are coming home soon?
Seriously, that captures what this felt like rather well. Â I’m sure he made the right choice. Â And, despite the price tag attached to the books–do you remember paying close to $350 for your bio texbooks alone?–my dominant emotion as we settled him in was probably envy. Â Not a dark-green-with-red-streaks angry envy, more of a very pale yellow-green emotion. Â It all just looked like so much FUN! Â The campus was beautiful, the orientation games well-chosen and positive, the professors engaged, the textbooks intriguing…yeah, he’s going to have a blast!
However, after visiting around town and re-discovering an awesome playground he’d known when he lived near there as a very small child, it came time to leave him. Â You know, actually say goodbye and drive off. Â But even then, I didn’t cry. Â After all, I’m super happy for him so why would I cry? Â But after we got on the road and headed home I felt so–odd. Â Disjointed, even fractured. Â I mean, you spend 17+ years keeping careful tabs on a person, placing their needs before your own, ready to lay down your life for them at a moment’s notice, and then you drive off and leave them with a bunch of strangers? Â And not for a week or two. Â It will be MONTHS before we see him again! Â When I think of that, I feel a bit like our poor dog, that last day as we shifted all the packed boxes out of our son’s room and into the car. Â Zeke-dog clearly knew something was up, and became more agitated the longer we worked. Â Finally it came to the point that when he entered our son’s room he’d whine, and that progressed to letting out terrible, heart-rending moans. Â Seriously, it was like his heart was breaking. Â We did what we could to comfort him and took an extra half hour-to an hour to pet him and reassure him. Â But he was still seriously moped.
So, yeah. Â There’s that side, and on the drive home my heart was in accord with the doggy. Â But after exchanging a flurry of emails last night–among other things, there’s a book that we’ll be shipping up come Monday–things looked better for me. Â And today I took Zeke-dog for a run on our favorite trail, and gave him a fresh bone, and he appears to be reconciled to the world. Â I think we’ll all survive, and better than survive. Â Because what is life without change, and without upward growth? Â Well…it’s not fairytale. 😉