<p>10 days away from the trek north for year two of college…it’s a different kind of sadness this year…and a different kind of joy, too. Of course I’ll miss S; but I know we’ll be in touch; I know we’ll stay close; I know this year will fly by, just like last year–and we’ll be one year closer to the time when he no longer comes “home” for school breaks…he’ll be starting up his own home before I can blink my eyes. I’ve learned to cherish college as the “half-way house” of time when my house is still his “home” even tho he’s not in it 8 months out of the year!</p>
<p>Tips for coping that “first time?” Everyone’s different, but here’s what worked for us: distance a bit. S came closer to me when I didn’t try to be close to him. Explore the campus…I stayed at S’s school (lots of parent programming) for 3 days…saw S for a grand total of 3-4 hours over the course of those 3 days…ran errands (stocking up the mini-fridge, getting a desk lamp, etc), walked around campus, both to parent programming and on my own, just to see it…made myself very tired (physically). Take your cell phone and find a corner away from the kids (on a bench on the quad for me) and call another mother/friend who’s living thru the same thing…it helps to release some of the emotion, particularly if it can be done w/out your kid anywhere in sight! </p>
<p>I was fine when I left. We had a “last dinner” (by the school’s design…they even “named” it the “say goodbye to your student dinner”) and then, because I’m an early morning person, I went back to my hotel; slept the night and left for home (a six-hour drive) at 5 the next morning. I was fine most of the way home, too…but I crumbled (literally) as I walked in the door–it had hit me as I passed S’s high school (about 10 minutes from our house)…</p>
<p>Had a bad 30 minutes, when the phone rang…one of my S’s friends, who I call my “second son”…he wasn’t leaving for college for another week…he called to say he thought I might be feeling “kid-less” and would I like to go out to dinner…THAT cheered me up beyond words to describe. If you can plan something similar for you, you might find it helpful…</p>
<p>I was glum for about a week…cried hard the first time I did a load of laundry w/out any of S’s things in it (laugh at me; it’s ok–you can’t laugh harder at me than I laughed at myself!)…then “life” took over. It’s busy. It’s happy. It’s full. And S kept in close touch–phone calls and IM primarily…I found I could cheer myself up by hitting Target and putting together a care package…I love doing that! And S likes getting them a lot, too…</p>
<p>I’ve had a year now…it has proven to me that S & I still have our tight relationship and that in many ways it’s even better–and certainly more interesting–to be interacting w/an adult. That’s for the times I remember to back off and stop trying to control his decision-making–I’m sort of good at that–manage it about 75% of the time; the other 25% S quickly and forcefully reminds me! And then forgives me my lapses!!</p>
<p>Lots of thinking about it…I think the reality is that S going off to college marked an absolute end to full-time daily routine mothering. Most of the lingering sadness is that I don’t want that “job” to be over, even tho I’m very proud of the way the “job” turned out! I loved it. Wish I could do it for a few more years. But I can’t. And it’s not S going away, or growing up, or being who he is, on his own, that makes me sad–it’s just the transition from one life stage to the next when I hadn’t gotten tired of the one that I was leaving when it came time to end.</p>
<p>SOrry to be so long-winded. Hope this helps…</p>