<p>I’ve told this before, but for the benefit of the newbie kid-missers, I’ll tell it again. Five years ago ,when my D left for college, she called, plenty. In tears. Three hours at a time. Wholly and utterly miserable. Didn’t fit in, didn’t want to go to frat parties, didn’t drink, no one seemed interested in learning, the campus smelled like p*** and vomit in the mornings.</p>
<p>These were tremendously hard, sad, conversations. I did my counseling best, being cheery, suggesting ways to meet people, how to make classes work better, groups to join, yadayada. But it just never worked for her. In spring she started coming home extra weekends, would put off going back as late as she could. It was horrible.</p>
<p>So, in the end she transfered. Her infamous comment on the car ride on the way to the new school–well, it’s like changing to a new dentist; it’s still going to the dentist. Arrgghh. So, we left her at the new school, and I held my breath. Waited for the first call. About five days later–“Mom, I can’t get some of the classes I want.” Uh oh. Well that’s not so abnormal for a new transfer. I hesitated, then asked, okay, but overall, are you happier there?</p>
<p>“Mom, I’ve never been so happy in my life. Everyone is so cool, I love the classes I have, the teachers are great, I fit in.” Whew.</p>
<p>Now, as long as I get the message that they’re happy, I’m happy. That experience changed my whole perspective on their leaving. I don’t wish it on anyone (and I know Mootmom, that your S could be happier, though it sounds like it’s getting better), but it does put the not calling thing in perspective for me! :)</p>