As of Saturday, Jamey is a college student. Today he actually started classes, I wonder how that went. I'll call him later, I don't want him to feel like I'm stalking him!!
Anyway, Saturday couldn't have gone smoother. Jamey lucked out getting a first floor room. His roommate seems really nice, and their room looks cozy and comfortable. Not big of course, but I think big enough. I thought we were bringing too much stuff, but everything seemed to fit in perfectly with a little room to spare. It was an absolutely beautiful day to move in - the school had a big barbecue lunch for the families on the lawn with music. I once again felt confident about this choice for Jamey. It just seems perfect for him.
You might be wondering why I'm not writing all kinds of tear-jerk anecdotes right now. Don't get me wrong, I am feeling the loss of him, and feeling it big-time. I still can't go into his room, but that's okay. I'll eventually make it in there for my usual crying jag, but not yet. Yes, I did openly cry when I kissed him goodbye. And I found it extremely hard to let go of him, and he kind of just let me hang onto him, hugging me just as hard back. The thing is, he looked so excited and happy. After years of helping move his siblings in and out of college, year after year, it's finally his turn. It's his turn to grow up; his turn to make new friends, his turn to shine. Through my own pain of missing him and watching him move on and away, I know this. And I really am happy for him, so happy for him, I can't wait to hear all of his stories (at least the ones he'll share) this now-college son of mine. And I am already counting the days to parent's weekend.
I don't care how old he is, or where he lives, he'll always be my baby. That's the way it is, my sweet baby James.
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