All my school life, and the school life of my children, Labor Day was the last day of summer holidays. I can remember being a child and getting very excited at the thought of new pencils, papers, and learning ahead of me. That excitement continued when we homeschooled. I would plan during the month of August, and by this day, I would be primed for school to begin.
Today, my youngest is off to college. My brain feels about 15 years old; how can I be the mother to this young man who is now eager to have this year ahead of him?
This was his Facebook status over the weekend:
Tomorrow, I begin packing up every belonging I hold dear; I gather up my earthly possessions, and every little piece of my life. So basically, my band shirts, my ceramic wolf head, and my guitar.
The ceramic wolf head was a prize he won for having the courage to wear this:
The youth group, during their Christmas party, had a "tacky Christmas sweater" content, and he won a prize for this lovely item, which he proudly modelled for me. This is a summary statement of my son. He makes us all laugh with great regularity.
And so, I have three Rubbermaid bins in my kitchen full of things, including the ceramic wolf head. I hope his roommate grows to appreciate my son's warped sense of humour. When we return, our house won't be empty, because our daughter is coming home for an overnight stay. It's Tuesday night that may feel a bit empty.
But then again, when we were chatting with our youth pastor yesterday afternoon, and he inquired about our son, my husband did a strange little dance, so maybe one of us is not as broken up about it. Mamas feel a little different.
I am excited, though, for my son. It is an exciting time to go off learning, and I am thinking that my son is going to discover things about himself that surprise even him.