<p>Great topic but dang if I’m not tearing up again. I’ve cried more the last year than the 20 prior. Ennyhoo. . . At his relatively stable moments this past school year, DS has commented <completely unprovoked=“”> “I definitely made the right choice.” He’s having a killer second semester–still getting used to college classes + his sport is in season + for some reason he decided to do the fraternity thing. I was delighted that he seems concerned about his grades (!) and about getting a job this summer (!!). He has already signed up for classes next semester and is excited about his schedule.</completely></p>
<p>Most of the time he is very happy. (Recent tag line on facebook–“if walking on sunshine were physically possible i would be doing it right now”)</p>
<p>Hardest for me have been (1) that <em>awful</em> tummy bug he got 2.5 weeks into school (who knew him enough to care?), (2) visiting for parents weekend a month into school and seeing just how darned comfortable he looked, (3) during that same visit, when I knew he was tired, offering him a nap at the hotel room and hearing, “no thanks–I’ll sleep better in my own bed” (thought but did not say, “No! Your bed’s 300 miles away!!”), (4) hearing him say two days after he’d come home for Thanksgiving that he missed his buds and couldn’t wait to get back, (5) still crying every time he leaves or I do (not so much in front of him any more–definitely getting better at holding it in for a few minutes) (BTW–when does that stop?), (6) being so excited about having him home again in a few weeks but then reminding myself that it’s only for the summer. At my weakest I think I want my little boy back.</p>