<p>Missypie, I have no wisdom or experience to impart, but I suspect that there will be other chances, although it may take real effort (and maybe the toys) to change the course of the year. Glad to hear that Zetesis is out of longer in harm’s way for the moment (here’s my wish that the winds don’t shift in the wrong direction).</p>
<p>We have returned from dropping ShawbridgeSon off at college. One of our friends, a psychiatrist on the Harvard Medical School faculty told us about how he had gotten depressed when his son went off to college last year and that I would, given my close relationship with my son. Well, I was skeptical and I’m not (at least not yet). No tears from ShawbridgeWife either (really stunning as she cried when he went off to pre-school, kindergarten, 1st grade, …) – it really feels to us like such a good place for him. At the Ivy that I attended, you felt like you were among the anointed but it was a relatively competitive atmosphere (I loved it, but it was tough). This felt like he was also joining anointed but it was a supportive rather than tough environment.</p>
<p>He had been anxious and hadn’t slept well for a few nights before we left. He said he slept OK last night (his first night at college). Roommate seems just fine. I wouldn’t bet they’d be best friends for life – though stranger friendships have happened – but roommate exceeded my expectations given his bio. Based upon what I could see, he’s a determined, disciplined kid and seems flexible and respectful though he’s bonded already with his athletic team and will be less around for ShawbridgeSon.</p>
<p>ShawbridgeSon played Ultimate Frisbee all afternoon and went to the school party last night – and was saying hello to kids today (didn’t remember any names) and kids were saying hello to him. He’s a kid who likes a limited number of deep friendships, but he took this as a challenge and decided to put himself out there and you could hear him and the other boys making the requisite male grunts at each other. He was going off to his advisor – whom everyone told him he was lucky to have – with an idea of what he wanted to take but with questions. All good. Anxiety still there but going down. </p>
<p>We were unsure why we needed to stay the night as all was well and our son was quite happy to see us go (and would have been happy to see us go the night before, I think). There were clearly parents who were going to have trouble letting go – they seemed to want to continue to micromanage and were anxious about what college life would bring. Since I’m very familiar with universities and didn’t micromanage, those were not our issues. Our son’s issues are dyslexia (which I think he will be able to manage with judicious course selection), a sleep disorder (which is much improved from surgery) and anxiety which is rational (it is a new setup for him, the academic intensity will be higher, he’s never lived away from his parents for longer than 2 weeks, his support setup for dyslexia will have to change, he’s got to make friends with a whole bunch of new kids, he’ll probably be paying attention to girls for the first time, he still has a sleep disorder). At breakfast at our hotel, we talked to a woman who has a son with OCD, incredibly painful shyness, and other issues who mentioned suicide the night before. Very complex stuff. And we might a delightful couple whose son had had serious surgery in the last month and was still on percoset. Wow. By comparison, we feel really fortunate that things have broken the way they have.</p>
<p>I know that there will be bumps on the road but this felt good. The proof of the pudding is in the eating, but at least the smell pf the pudding is pretty good. We’ll see.</p>