All Grown Up

Yesterday we moved my son into residence (dorms) at the university he’s attending. I handled it quite well, really – no crying, just a lot of sighing.

During the drive there, I kept thinking about walking him into his classroom on his first day of grade one.

It feels like such a short time ago. And now, here he is, on campus, focusing on getting a degree over the next four years.

It’s Frosh Week this week, so he’ll be pretty busy; he was a little worried about making friends, but when we talked last night, he was having fun and had already met quite a few people.

As for me, well, I am so glad we live in a cell phone age. NOT that I’ve been doing this, but it’s just comforting to know that I can text him during the day if I wanted to.

Well, okay, I haven’t been texting him mainly because my daughter has been stopping me each time I start tapping on those keys …

It sounds so trite, but where did the time go? I remember my darling little boy, nervous about the first day of school. And here he is now, a man, way taller than me, nervous, yes, about his first year of university, but excited, too, about starting this new phase of his life.

When it comes right down to it, that’s what I’m feeling too: nervous and excited for him.

And yes, a little bit sad. But it’s a good sad, if you know what I mean.

12 thoughts on “All Grown Up

  1. Dawn Simon

    Aw, how very sweet. I do the same thing, watching my kids grow and thinking about how it seems like just a couple years ago when they were toddlers–and a lifetime ago. I’m glad you’re all doing well. Your son can thank his sister later for keeping you from texting. Hee! Trust me, I’d be tempted, too!

    I have to go in the other room and hug my kids. Dang, they grow fast. Hugs to you, too. :)

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  2. Margot

    Congratulations Belle. This is a wonderful passage for a mother. You need to celebrate in whatever way is right for you. It’s very hard to let go of that first little bird to leave the nest. Trust me on this – in a few years he will visit you as a fully grown adult man and you will be extremely proud to call him your friend.
    .-= Margot ´s last blog ..Louisa May Alcott- An Old Fashioned Girl =-.

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  3. rhapsodyinbooks

    Great writing in your post today! I have noticed among bloggers who aspire to be writers that when writing about their families, their writing seems to come so easily and really shines!

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  4. bermudaonion (Kathy)

    I know exactly how you feel! When we dropped our son off at school, he was very excited, but we went back to our hotel room sad – it was like we’d just come back from a funeral. We didn’t even have texting on our cell phones at the time, but added it at some point that year. I’m sure your son will have an outstanding university career!

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  5. Janel

    I’ve been thinking a lot about my kids growing up too. I can remember my daughter going to 3-year old preschool for the first time and yesterday she started in middle school. It’s amazing how time flies.
    .-= Janel´s last blog ..Aaahhhh! =-.

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  6. Kathleen

    My son is a Junior in high school this year and we’ve been talking and thinking a lot about college. It is such a bittersweet time, isn’t it? I’ll be where you are in two short years and as much as I am excited for my son I know I will miss him and have to make the transition. You are right, it does seem like just yesterday that he was starting school too.

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  7. Robyn Campbell

    I feel your pain. I’m on the last kid in our home-school. She is only in the seventh grade, so a few more years left. But when our boys each left it was ALWAYS hard. Never gets any easier. And when one of our boys got married, you can hear someone on the video sniffling and sobbing. I ADMIT IT WAS ME. Oh man! 😉

    Bittersweet. I’ll be thinking of you in the days to come.

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  8. MarthaAndMe

    Sniff. Same feelings here about university starting, except mine is living at home. But I know she’ll be leaving in the next few years. It’s such a hard thing to let them go – that’s the whole point of having them though, to help them grow up into fantastic adults.

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