AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: October 21, 2013 | COMMENTS: 4 Comments
CATEGORIES: college, perspective, Resilience, saying goodbye,
Drew came home this past weekend. It was his first visit since leaving two months ago and to say I was excited is an understatement. Of course, I’ve been hoping and praying for over a year now that Drew experiences an easy transition to college. Home sickness was not something I wanted him to experience but it would be dishonest for me to say that I wasn’t a little bit happy to hear he wanted to come home for the weekend. He loves college, but he still loves it here, too.
On Friday afternoon the girls and I set off to pick him up. He’d wrangled a ride to a small town about thirty miles from Toledo and as we made our way through the newly harvested farm fields I smiled. The anticipation of having all of my children under one roof made me happy. As we pulled into the parking lot of our meeting spot and Drew emerged from the car Isabella yelled, “There he is!” and the girls clapped and clapped.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one happy to see him.
We spent the weekend bouncing from football games to cross country races. We ate Drew’s favorite home cooked meals and ordered out from his favorite local pizzaria. I worked my way through the mountain of laundry he brought with him and baked banana bread to tuck into his bag when he left. We took a few minutes to pose for a family picture in the back yard marking the occasion of being together. As always, Saturday bled into Sunday and in the blink of an eye it was time for Drew to head back. It was just the two of us as we made our way east to meet his ride back to Athens. We talked about upcoming exams and Thanksgiving vacation and made a last minute grocery run to shore up his stockpile of dorm food. We squeezed as much as we could out of 48 hours… but then it was time.
Saying goodbye is always bittersweet.
I’m so happy he loves college and has had a fairly uneventful transition. I’m still excited to see how his future unfolds but as I pulled away I felt that pit in my stomach again. How did we get to this place so quickly? Didn’t he just start kindergarten?I’m beginning to realize that the pit may always be with me but as I get used to this next phase of parenting I will learn to grow accustomed to it’s presence. I think that’s called acceptance…with a side of optimism.
Because, of course, one can’t spend too much time thinking about how life used to be. It would dim the bright light of the future.
A little glimpse of our weekend…