<p>Oh. . . I think PPW was much worse.
I-day was sort of like leaving them for summer camp. The separation, you figured, was for just about six weeks and, well, not that big a deal. Not too different than other trips he had taken without us.</p>
<p>The phone calls were VERY dramatic. I don't mean from the Plebe necessarily, but we were SO curious about ANY information. THE first phone call [we had been warned about the hour] just came out of theblue. The first call was emotionally charged, quick, he was clearly under a lot of stress. Nobody new what in the heck was going on, he was a bit emotional but determined to make it, etc.
The next phone call was better, getting adjusted, etc.
The last phone call was better still.
Still, it was like our little boy was at summer camp. When we left I-day, the walkoff was emotional, the calling out of names, the assembly, the parental applause. . . not all in that order . . . was all very intense. Still it was our little boy going off for camp.</p>
<p>PPW? I am not sure how to describe it. He had changed. For the better no doubt, but still, it was clear, that this was not summer camp. He had been ripped from his mother's bosom and, now, it was clear that he was adapting to it. He was changing before our very eyes. He was still very nervous about things, but, clearly, he had made it through the summer w/out mom and dad!</p>
<p>Our little boy no more. As he gave his last hugs to siblings, to grandpa, to dad, and to mom. . . it was clear that a young man was emerging. THAT is what hurt [well, I shoudn't say hurt necessarily, but since it was our first one to leave the house it was a bit different feeling than we had experienced before] the most.</p>
<p>NOW . . .what an amazing transition.</p>
<p>I am not sure it is possible to describe a parent's feelings anymore than it is possible to describe Plebe summer.</p>