<p>Gosh–reading all of this has stirred up so many thoughts/memories. I was the first to leave home for college in my family (150 years ago) and I still remember packing up stuff the night before and for some reason we all started playing charades. (One of my brothers rhymed “Oz” with “bras,” which he grabbed out of my suitcase.) Not planned, but we must have had a very low-key dinner at home and we all just hung together as a family.</p>
<p>I send my own oldest off in a few weeks, but I feel like I’ve been crying for four years (his middle school graduation is when it hit me). I almost feel like I’m at the acceptance stage, although who knows what those last few days will be like. Most of his friends will already be gone, although the same group that put together a graduation party is talking about a send-off party before any of them leave. I hadn’t thought about the night before he goes–probably dinner at home and some family time. Life does go on. I think it’ll help me tremendously having school/fall sports in full gear already for his younger brothers. And I am tremendously comforted by really believing that he’s heading off to a situation that will work out well for him.</p>