It’s the first day of the new school year today. I am not taking photos of a kindergartener. Nope, I texted with my college sophomore this morning after he’d been to his first day of organic chemistry. Oh my I am glad that is not my syllabus. But I do not quite have the rhythm of the college cycle yet. Back to school is different when you have a kid three time zones away. The supplies needed are different: airplane tickets and suitcases. Packing boxes full of sheets and towels. He buys his own textbooks and school supplies. He needs a fridge.
I am not getting him crayons and kissing him at the door to his classroom anymore. Now the good-byes happen curbside and I watch as a grown child (taller than me) rolls his suitcase into the airport line for check in. He takes himself through security and finds a seat at the gate waiting to go. He flies 3,000 miles and wracks up frequent flier miles.
Honestly it’s a little weird. I am a jumble of emotions (and no it’s not just menopause). I am happy he’s excited about college and his studies. I’m thrilled he is doing so well. But I am a little jealous of his starting out and doing all kinds of new things. I am sad he’s not around every day anymore. I liked his choice in music and I enjoyed cooking his favorites for dinner. But if I’m honest I am also glad to have the house back to myself again. I have a rhythm of my own when he’s in school. Hubby and I do the couple thing and that’s lovely. But having my days back to my own is a gift I am just now beginning to unwrap and enjoy.
Come to find out going to college is just as much of an adjustment for the parents as it is for the student. Yes, I know he’s pretty much gone for good but I am easing into it way, one semester at a time.