This past Friday our college sophomore, who for the first time will have a car on campus, hugged and kissed us goodbye before driving to GCSU.
Just a few minutes ago, our Clemson senior drove off with us waving from the driveway until he made a right turn at the end of our street and … then we couldn’t see them anymore.
This is the first time we haven’t accompanied either of the boys back to school in the fall.
In the past, there were move-in days for the dorm, then to a campus duplex, and last year to a brand new apartment. With each move-in day the guys got a major workout carrying load after load up and down stairs while I worked up a sweat Cloroxing the heck out of all surfaces, Swiffering every molecule of dust, making the bed, and stocking the fridge and pantry.
But this year Nicholas is returning to an apartment he sublet for the summer and, other than some personal belongings, he didn’t have a lot to pack. So I made his last favorite meal (spaghetti with clam sauce), packed him some freshly baked brownies to go, and watched him drive off.
Last year was Jonathan’s first move-in day which, due to a weird scheduling conflict, meant that we had two move-in days on two consecutive days on two separate college campuses. This year, however, Jonathan is moving to an apartment; we helped him move in last weekend, but he came back home with us to work one more week before classes started. When he finally left for good this past Friday, he drove off by himself.
As parents, this has been yet another transition of letting go. And it’s a different feeling -- driving away after a college drop-off versus waving goodbye and watching them drive off.
Neither one is easy.
Is it ever?
|Before they left, I gave Nicholas and Jonathan a St. Christopher coin.|