Moving Day

I can’t believe the day is here. The day that I take my only child to college, seven hours away. While I’ve been crying at the drop of a hat for the past several weeks, part of me is relieved that the time has come. For several months, my house has been an absolute disaster with extra furniture, boxes and household items everywhere. So, I guess I will cry the seven hours back and then try to enjoy the serenity of home. I suspect that even being allowed to set up my cutting tables in his room won’t make me smile for at least a week or two. My best friend’s husband suggested that I get another cat and name him Jess. Naturally, my son thinks that is a crazy idea. Yeah, well, that has my name all over it.

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  1. oh gigi — what a milestone! i’m sure you (and your son) will make it through fine, though everything changes from here, doesn’t it? not better or worse, just different.

    have a nice big glass of wine tonight. :)

  2. Bev

    Owww, I feel your pain! I most definitely cried the entire 3-hour trip home after dropping off DS at his college several years ago. Only another mother understands this wrenching pain!

    Here is something I read a long time ago – and still carry with me in my wallet. It really helped me, so I offer it to you today.

    “Courage is bringing a child into the world, feeding him and clothing him, caring for him and worrying about him, disciplining him and educating him, preparing him to the best of your ability for the life he is going to lead. And then letting him live it.

    P.S. Haha – we got a 3rd cat, 2 months after DS went to school. While DS has long been on his own, the kitty is still with us, 12 years later! We call her KC – our Kollege Cat. Hee.

  3. MarilynB

    Gigi, I totally understand your pain. My youngest son is off to Marine Boot Camp next week. We won’t see him until just before Thanksgiving and the only communication will be through letters since phone calls are rarely allowed at Boot Camp. (If I need to get in touch with him, I have to go through the American Red Cross!) One consulation is that I don’t have to pack him up–he leaves with only the shirt on his back. After Boot Camp I will be lucky if I see him every 6 months.

    As Bev noted — we have to let them live their own life. I think that is want makes for a happier individual.

  4. Anonymous

    Gigi, I’ve sent two into the world…it isn’t easy, but it’s part of growth. I still miss my girls:)
    Shannon

  5. Anonymous

    I feel your pain too Gigi. We take our daughter to school 3 hrs away on the 19th. It’s about three days earlier than we had originally planned, and when DD #3 came over this morning, I happened to mention the schedule change and she fell apart. Oh great, we’ll all be a mess!
    Bev, I love your quote. I have coppied it.
    Debe

  6. Susan C

    Gigi– I understand what you’re going through. I’ve had a raging case of “emptynestitis” since my daughter graduated in June. She is still living at home and will attend a local college. However, she now lives in her garage apartment and for all intents and purposes has left home. She has her own schedule and her own life. Which is good. Really. It is. I think :) Good luck with the move and cry all you want.

  7. Anonymous

    Gigi, I’m getting ready to see my younger son off tomorrow, for his senior year in college. The good news is that it gets easier. The bad news is that I will still cry and feel bereft.

    All told, I love being the mother of two grown sons. I hope you find this new phase as wonderful as I did/have.

    Pam

  8. Oh Gigi I feel for you- It does get easier -honest! We just spent our first summer sans daughters – all five were between 1 and 17 hours away! They are home for 2 days later in the month, then 4 back off to University. Just remember that this is the way it is supposed to be! We can keep them close to our hearts forever, but not neccesarily close to us physically.
    ConnieB

  9. Gigi, I can’t say that I feel for you yet, but I’m sure I’ll be calling you for support in a few years when my eldest heads off to college.