<p>Oh, I'm watching Fiddler on the Roof and crying. Moms...you know what song...Sunrise, Sunset. How am I ever gonna survive graduation, 18th birthday, leaving home, etc. without wiping out the national Kleenex supply?</p>
<p>I do a lot of just staring at Philip lately. I'm sure it drives him nuts. Seventeen is such a strange age. When I stare at him I can see both the little boy he used to be and glimpse the man he is fast becoming.</p>
<p>I understand. I got all teary-eyed when I saw the stack of "declines" to all the various colleges on the end of the kitchen counter, ready for the mailman. This is becoming all too real! On a happier note, my oldest comes home from Hillsdale tomorrow!</p>
<p>We all seem to be riding this emotional roller coaster. Just last week I called my son into our home office to sign the last bit of paperwork. He saw that I was a little teared up. He said "Awe...Do you need a hug?". I couldn't say anything since I didn't want him to know I was really crying. When he embraced me with his hug, he realized I was crying (of course I tried to conceal it). He then said "Oh...You really ARE crying!" and held me a bit longer. </p>
<p>I will cherish that moment for years to come. </p>
<p>heartcross, do you live in Michigan?</p>
<p>No, we're a loooooooong ways from our oldest--out in Colorado. It will be good to have her home.</p>
<p>Oh boy you moms are gonna be in trouble on reporting/induction days if you're crying now! Good luck!</p>
<p>i get to turn 18 at NAPS, so i won't have to listen to all my mom's boohooing. actually, i'm more worried about my dad. My mom told me that when i was at NASS he would stay up all night worrying about me, my dad said she slept like a rock and told him to knock it off.</p>
<p>I cried a lot and still do.</p>
<p>Received the following at a Mother/Son dance before my son graduated high school (he attended an all boys school):</p>
<p>In Gods Hands</p>
<p>It seems like only yesterday
We crossed the street together
And with his little hand in mine
We faced the stormy weather.
We shared the laughter and the fun
And sometimes there were tears
And I was happy to be there
To chase his childhood fears.
In retrospect, I cant believe
How quickly time as flown.
And with a Mothers pride I see
How fine my son has grown.
No longer shall I lead the way
His hand is larger than mine,
And so, dear Lord, I place his hand
Forever into Thine</p>
<p>Author: HGP mother</p>
<p>I love this! Now everyone can lay off me for being such a "mom". There is a whole new crowd of Jamzmom types in the works here! Sorry guys, I just had to lighten the moment. Wish I could tell you that it isn't going to be bad. It hasn't gotten much better during the year either. I am a plebe watcher. I admit it. When he comes home, I watch him sleep. I watch him eat. I watch him watching tv. One of the more fun things to do, is to rub that nubby head when he walks by. All with a silly smile on my heart. So go ahead and buy stock in Kleenex. What ever you do, don't let them hug you! Your control level drops to 1%. </p>
<p>Naps06, be patient with parental control loss. We can be a little freaky when there is so much pride involved. Happy early birthday to you!</p>
<p>PM, stop making me cry.....</p>
<p>I sure cry easily around here again. This is bringing back all of the angst from R-Day and beyond. I think I recall aspen saying that he had to rehydrate his wife right after the 90 second good-bye.</p>
<p>Whenever I think about Jake leaving, I start to get the lump in my throat. We've just got to pool al of this motherness and keep sending it to our darlings. I try to not let him know how much I will miss him.</p>
<p>We have it bad the lumpies.
There is just the four of us..through thick and thin.
They are both leaving this summer for college.
The other day we heard them laughing at Harry Potter and we lost it in the den..they don't know.
You want to hear something beautiful?
This one does us in too.</p>
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<p>wow- I must be eligilbe for the bad mother of the year award- all of you missing your mids and cadets and soon-to-be's......and these too-sad poems and tunes- </p>
<p>The torpedo comes home for a month's break- only he leaves after only 5 days for a 4-day trip across the country to watch a navy lax game, which is played in the snow. Thought san diego was supposed to be in the desert climate zone. go figure.</p>
<p>so he gets home from that for just 2 days and I trip over his size 13's at least twice. in the dining room. just where they belong- close to the door so when I come in at night (in the dark 'cause you-know-who forgot to leave a light on) I can trip over them and make a grand entrance. I want to kill him. oh, did I mention I stepped on a piece of glass on Tuesday in the process? seems he broke a candlestick practicing lax in the house (doesn't everybody? :confused: ) So now I have a one-of-a-kind instead of a pair. :mad:</p>
<p>48 hours home and he is already itching to get away. Now wants the car to drive 100 miles out of state to visit the new girlfriend. overnight. her mom said OK. I tried saying no.... "didn't you see enough of her in san diego?'' i foolishly ask? (yes, she went)...silly me! He has never driven off Long Island by himself. The bridges. I-95. I cringe at the thought. I get the gas. he gets the car. NO MAP. What a surprise. "do you even have directions?" I ask.... I'll spare you the response. Lets just say he knows the town- not the street mind you, but the town...."but I have her number and I can call on the way." I remind him about the cell phone laws. I must be out of my mind. At least he remembers to call when he lands safely. The little darling! :o</p>
<p>So he is due back home tonight- which better be early 'cause he has to be at LGA at 6 for an 8am flight to Florida and lax team practice- for a week. at disney world. So much for being "home for a whole month." Not even packed yet- but then again, didn't ever unpack from last weekend's trip. he calls it "efficient time management." I call it "stinky laundry." :eek: guess what he will be doing first thing when he gets home. :D</p>
<p>in the meantime, all the food i stocked up on Monday was long gone by thursday. I see another trip to Cosco in my immediate future. I should buy stock. :rolleyes:</p>
<p>So he just called. From Boss's neck of the woods. Having a nice lunch with the girlfriend. "Can you please stop at lacrosse unlimited to pick up new shooting strings for my stick (for tomorrow) and then Dicks for some black socks?" he asks (when did you realize you needed these, I reply, foolishly). So glad I have a life.</p>
<p>No doubt I will miss him when he goes. Can't wait.
The problem is that they keep coming back- only each time with more and more friends. Must say, the new girlfriend is adorable. :o</p>
<p>Now I'm not complaining, mind you- but I thought this "foundation year" would get him over his homesickness, and us over our "empty nest" syndrome, only he's never away long enough to be homesick and I have yet to have an empty nest for very long to adjust to. :confused:</p>
<p>I am hoping to get a weekend for myself one of these days- maybe after I-day. Oh wait- there are still summer regattas to row- :cool:</p>
<p>ps....lest you think me a really bad mother, I will be the one balling my eyes out on 6/28....only I'll probably start the day before that- come to think of it, I better sign off 'cause I'm feeling a little blue already! Missed him so much I bought him a new pair of sandels at JCrew- on sale- size 13-
the cutest things you ever saw!!!! :)</p>
<p>ps...the sandels- they have cute little navy flags on them! ;)</p>
<p>Navy 2010, You should publish that!! </p>
<p>It doesn't take long to miss tripping over those size 13's when he is gone...but it doesn't take long to feel the need to throw them at him when he is home!!</p>
<p>I much prefer laughing to crying!!</p>
<p>Your sense of humor is greatly appreciated!!</p>
<p>Ooooh, I don't know, but it sounds like he might be throwing the sandals with the cute little navy flags at YOU!?!</p>
<p>just kidding...</p>
<p>navy2010,</p>
<p>I wonder who will really be doing the "stinky laundry". :D</p>
<p>I miss my kids when they are gone and get really tired of them when they are here! It is the mother's life.</p>
<p>Oh my gosh -- That is SO THE TRUTH -- The first few days are great when they all come home -- then I'm ready for peace and quiet and SANITY. The dirty dishes, dirty laundry and coming in at 2:00 am -- I'm too old for this! </p>
<p>But the USNA will be so different -- not sure I could ever get ready -- I love him the way he is -- I don't want him to change. Reading all your stories just makes me recall all the wonderful (and eventful) times I've had with my soon to be mid (my middle child) -- losing him in France when we went to World Cup Soccer (I was lost, not him), playing with me in a doubles tennis tounament for my birthday present (we won!), and telling me "it's ok, no one died" when I was upset about my divorce. </p>
<p>I'm not sure I will ever be ready for him to leave-- even though he has been away at school (an hour and a half away) for the past two years.</p>
<p>You moms are so awsome - If only my mom wasnt scared of computers Id get her a screen name here "snipp's mom" or something like that cause she would fit in so well with you fine people! </p>
<p>I KNOW all the children of the "CC moms" have to be the luckiest kids in the world! Well, next to me of fcourse:</p>
<p>YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE, SNIPPER! How do y'all know just the right things to turn on the water-works on in us parent types? Go give your mom a hug for no reason and tell her that's for raising such a sweetheart! :)</p>