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Once Upon a Time

I just finished watching this week’s episode of Once Upon a Time, one of my favorite shows!

I must confess something.

I shed a few tears near the end when Snow and Emma (mother and daughter) hugged.

In case you have no idea what I’m talking about, let me just quickly get to the point by saying that Emma is Snow White and Prince Charming’s daughter, whom they had to send away to save from the evil queen.  Emma grew up without knowing who her parents were, and she’s been quite unforgiving even after learning about why they had to give her up.

Watching mother and daughter hug tugged at my own heart strings for, as you’re well aware if you’ve read my blog over the years, I’ve had my own tumultuous relationship with my very own Chicky.

It’s only been in recent months that I sense the healing that is taking place.

On Friday, I took 1/2 day off from work and drove to Lakeland to spend the weekend with my girl.

The weather was gorgeous…

The drive is a long one, but the beautiful scenery as I got closer, plus the knowledge that I’d be seeing my baby, made the hours spent in the car very worthwhile.

I arrived around 8pm local time and waited until Chicky returned from eating dinner.

I gifted her with a Halloween surprise before we headed to her dorm, where I would be camping out for the next couple of days…

The cat bag belonged to Chicky.  Shh.  Don’t tell Rooster, but Frankenstein will be mailed to him.

😀

Chicky chuckled and then moaned as she saw all of the stuff I’d taken on the trip…

Yeah.

I know.

Throw in the kitchen sink, and I’d be completely set, eh?

Chicky and I ran to Starbucks for a late-night treat, and she filled me in on some of the details of her life…the kind of stuff you don’t really talk about over the phone.

My heart hurt for her as she shared some personal challenges she’s been facing.

I could not help but feel so proud of her, though, because of the way she’s handling these challenges.

I won’t share details out of respect for her privacy, but I will say that she is certainly showing more grace (and extending it as well) than most people would given the same situation.

We returned to her dorm and settled in to watch a movie…one of our favorites…Phantom of the Opera.

That night, I slept on a cushioned chair thing that unfolds to become a bed.  I was quite content simply to be in the same room as my girl.

We slept until 9 or 10 and putzed around the dorm until it was time for Chicky to go to the locker room to prepare for her game.

I did a little bit of grading but spent most of my time reading.

Game time arrived, and it was HOT!!!!  Oh word!

I was happy, though, to be spending the day doing what I’ve done since Chicky was six years old…spending a Saturday watching soccer…

I sat and listened while people talked about my Chicky’s ability to maneuver the ball and beat everyone on the headers.  For a tiny thing, she gets more air than just about anyone I’ve ever seen.

The game ended tied, unfortunately, but the girls had played well, so they had nothing to be ashamed of.

Afterwards, I saw my nephew, and Chicky invited him to eat dinner with us.  What fun to watch the two of them chat.  My nephew is an amazing young man with a good head on his shoulders.  His sense of humor is very dry, which makes me chuckle all the more.

Later, we returned to the dorm and watched a bit of football.

Chicky wasn’t feeling too well.  Unfortunately, she’s becoming more and more sensitive to milk (she’s hating her gene pool right now because cheese is her favorite food), so I offered to rub her belly.

Totally not cool, let me tell you.

Instead, she “allowed” me to scratch her back.

I hopped up on her bed gleefully, and we spent the next hour chatting, watching TV, and talking with her roommate and her roommate’s friend, who was staying over as well.

The night ended with me crawling onto an air mattress out in the common room so Chicky’s roommate’s friend could have the cushioned chair/bed.

Sunday morning arrived all too quickly, and it wasn’t long before Chicky was escorting me to my car.

I.

Hate.

Goodbyes.

They are so tough…

Still…

After three years.

I put on my brave face, though, and hugged and kissed my girl.

She hugged me back.

I drove away from my girl, and I sighed as I left campus…

Which takes me back to the beginning of this post.

As I watched tonight’s episode play out, my mind returned to the evolution of my own relationship with my girl child.

There have been so many misunderstandings…so many hurts…that we’ve had to get through.

I’ve made a lot of mistakes, as is typical of a mama who wants desperately to have a better relationship than what she had with her own mother.  I’ve definitely over-compensated.

Chicky’s fought my iron-clad arms.

For so long there’s been a chasm between us that is finally, finally, finally beginning to close.

Oh, I realize that we don’t live in a fairy tale, and that happily ever afters cannot be had by sprinkling pixie dust around.

However, through God’s grace and mercy, we can and will have our own happy ending because we are choosing to forgive one another and move on, actively cultivating a relationship built on trust.

That is the best happily ever after that could ever be written.

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Reason #247 why I love having almost-adult children…

The following Twitter conversation:

Chicky:  Someone make me laugh!!! This night class I draining the life outta me!!

Rooster:  Sister Chicky, watch this:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_6TYRpdmj0&sns=tw

Chicky:  Brudder Rooster, I watched that earlier! Didn’t know you were such a stud!

Rooster:  Sister Chicky, I radiate studness errday.

Two siblings…attending colleges eleven hours apart…staying close despite the distance.

I love them.

Quiet Moments

It’s quiet in the house right now, but it will only be a few short hours before the house is abuzz with the flurry of activity that accompanies the last-minute packing of a child about to return to college.

This thought makes me sad…tear up in fact…for I’ve had one of the best weekends in a long time, and I don’t want to see it end.

To find Rooster’s car in the garage on Friday afternoon was a moment that brought such joy to my heart.

Eating dinner with him that evening and listening as he described the activities he’d been participating in at school made me smile.

Waiting up for him to return…or rather trying to wait up for him (I hit the bed around midnight with an ear tuned to the garage door opener) reminded me of the summer, when he stayed out late at friends’ houses or was out longboarding with those same friends.  Hearing him tell me goodnight as he headed to bed was the lullaby I needed to lull me into a contented sleep.

Even though we did our own thing Saturday morning and afternoon…he visited with friends and I got a pedicure and ran errands…he returned home early that evening to watch the Auburn game with us.  Seven of his friends joined us, and the house was filled with loud laughter, soft giggles, and many overlapping conversations.

Boy, how I’d missed this!

Sleep came easily once again as I knew that my baby was tucked into bed under my roof for another night.

Sunday was a time of worship, and I saw Rooster’s smile and happiness…stemming from him being around friends he genuinely cares about…doing things he loves to do…helping run the sound board and words (for the screen) during the service.

He was in his element once again.

Getting a hug before the service and after it was just what I needed to start my day off right and just what I’d been missing the previous two Sundays that he had not been home.

As we went to lunch after church…a visit to my newly-favorite restaurant Red Brick Pizza way out on the beach…and watching while Rooster interacted with the group of friends that came with us…my heart overflowed once again.

This is my comfort zone…having my child nearby with other wonderful young people close at hand as well.

We returned home and spent a few low-key hours there.

Rooster was in his room when I popped my head in and decided to stay and chat…

He was most accommodating, and thus began an hour and a half of soft spoken conversations that ventured into the realms of politics, music, and fraternity rush week.

My boy has a lot of opinions and can back them up with solid arguments.  He’s quite the interesting young man to talk to…solid in his convictions without being judgmental.

Sitting there in that room with my boy, I realized that though he’s in college and will be gone more than he is at home, I don’t have to worry about us losing our close bond.

I’ve spent the last eighteen years nurturing him, encouraging him to think on his own, while loving him the best I can despite tons of mistakes on my part.

That comfort level that we have…even when words aren’t spoken and we’re just in the room together…well, it can and still WILL be there no matter how much time elapses between face-to-face together time.

It’s going to be difficult to watch him drive away later, and I’m already crying as I think about it, wiping my tears as I type this.

This house is so much more alive when my children are in it, and having Rooster home for a few days was a tangible reminder of that.

But, I am storing up the memories of our quiet moments together and will return to them when my heart is missing him.

Though I’m shedding a few tears now and will when he leaves, I have joy in my heart for the man I see Rooster becoming and the way that God is using Rooster’s time in Auburn to groom him into the man that God knows he will become.

Recipe For One Happy Mama

COMBINE

One boy-child’s car…

PLUS

One boy-child’s bag of laundry

THROW IN

One boy-child’s happy puppy

Allow to settle for three days.

 

Recipe yields one very happy mama indeed!

Unexpected Thoughtfulness

Last night, my phone rang.

I could tell from the ringtone that it was one of my babies…Rooster, to be more precise.

Though we’d been texting each other and keeping up with one another through Facebook and Twitter, this was only the second time that I was getting to hear his voice.

The conversation began like this:

Me:  “Hey, Honey!”

Rooster:  “Hi, Mama.”

Me:  “What’s up?”

Rooster:  “Nothing much.  I was just calling to see how your first day of school went.”

Oh.

My.

Word.

That just warmed my heart!!

Although Rooster was just beginning his first full week of classes, he was kind of enough to call and check how my day had been!!

He didn’t just ask general questions either.

He was specific, like “How did you like your classes?  Did they behave?”

For the last two years that I’ve been teaching, he’s had to endure my ramblings about school…perhaps a bit unwillingly because he was the only child left at home.

It touched my heart that even when not “forced” to listen to my stories, he still called to listen to them.

I told him that he had scored “Son Points” and continued to tell him that one day, he’ll be able to cash them in.

😀

He chuckled.

I’m so glad to know that though a few hours away, my boy does love me…enough to check up on me without being prompted.

I am so blessed to be his Mama!

Just Another Day in the Car

I’m composing this post while in the car for the third weekend in a row.

My destination is Daytona, one of the few places in Florida I haven’t visited.

To prepare myself, I ate the breakfast of champions…

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I’m all set to watch the Lady Fire play some futbol!!

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I’m also beyond ready to hug my little girl again. She may be a junior in college, but my little girl she’ll always be!

Soon…

Very soon, I’ll be headed down south to watch a certain “someone” play a certain “game” that has been a part of our lives for the last 10+ years.

I’ve missed my girl…haven’t seen her in almost three weeks…so I’m getting antsy…

The girls sure do know how to put on their game faces, don’t they?

Good thing we know how they really are…

They are a family, joined together by their love of God as well as their love for The Beautiful Game…

Many thanks to Teresa Stross, coach’s wife, who takes thousands of pictures each season and helps mamas and daddys feel like we are still a part of our girls’ lives though far apart from them.  ♥

What a Supportive Team!

Although teachers in my district did not have to “officially” be in our classrooms until yesterday, I, along with others, went in on Monday.

Some of us had loads of work ahead of us.

I’d had another night of insomnia and didn’t get to sleep until well after 2am, so I slept in.  By the time I got to school, my friend, Barbara, was already there.

As she’d promised, she helped me move the desks that had mistakenly been placed in my room (I seat my students at tables).

We began chatting, as friends do, while beginning the laborious work.

I started tearing up when I talked about the weekend I’d spent dropping Rooster off at school.

Barb had recently taken her son to Southeastern…the same weekend that I had taken Chicky…so I’d expected her to commiserate with me.

She gently reminded me that I could have it worse, and she told me about sitting next to Madison’s parents at church the day before.

Then she told me that she’s friends with the parents of the teenager who most recently lost his life in an automobile accident.  Barb has been reading his mother’s Facebook updates, and they are incredibly sad, as one can imagine.

So, what Barb was ultimately saying to me was to buck up…at least my babies are alive.

She simply wouldn’t let me cry, dagnabit!

We joked around a bit as I told her that I needed her to let me indulge in self-pity, not give me tough love!!!

😀

Shortly after we had our conversation, my friend, Maegan, one of the sweetest girls you’ll ever meet and a PHENOMENAL reading teacher, came into my room.

She and I really connected last year, and I love her dearly.

She kept telling us how much her legs were itching.

Meanwhile, I was going on about my missing Rooster.

Basically, we took turns complaining…venting.

Finally Barb told us both to hush because our woes were nothing compared to those who are missing the youngsters who passed away this summer.

She’s right…and we both knew that…but we couldn’t help but chuckle as I commented about how supportive we all were of each other.

It was such a relief to laugh, while crying at the same time.

It was a little bit of a tough day as I teared up when I didn’t want to, but I’m starting to get in the routine of things while doing my best to ignore the fact that I don’t have my human babies waiting for me at home.

As Maegan reminded me, I have three classes of other young ones’ lives to touch.

She’s right.

Now, if only my heart would let that fact swallow the sadness that still makes me cry unexpectedly.

Truly, I am grateful for the wonderful team of teachers I work with.

We are not only professionals, but we’re friends.

I think that’s going to be a recipe for success this year…both at school and in our personal lives.

Please Allow Me to be Philosophical

I promise that all of my posts won’t be dreary, but I will ask that you bear with me as I work through this “letting go of kids” thing.

I never used to think too deeply about issues.

In fact, I pretty much took them at face value; however, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve started reflecting more.

I’ve found, though, that reflecting on why I feel a certain way about something helps me to understand myself better.

Such an “aha” kind of thing to learn, eh?

Some of you might be slapping your heads and wondering why in the world you bother to read the ramblings of one who so obviously has no clue about life.

I wonder why, sometimes, I bother to put it out here and, thus, make myself sound rather dumb.

But I do because it’s my therapy.

I also do this because I’m genuine.  My mind keeps wanting to use the word “transparent,” but that makes it sound like I’m superficial, which I definitely am not.

So, back to my reflecting…about not having children at home and why it’s so painful for me.

Gosh.  I cannot type this without crying.

Ugh.

Walking into Rooster’s room when I got home from taking him to Auburn was like purposely walking into a boxing ring, knowing that a champion was about to sucker punch me.

I didn’t know what else to do, though, because HE had spent so much time in that room (more so as a teenager), that I felt like a part of him was still there.

And it is…in the items he has collected over the years…in the words he wrote for English and history assignments (which I found when straightening things up).

Why does the separation from my children, Chicky included, hurt so badly?

Aside from missing their physical selves, I’m finding myself in a very transitional time of my life.

It’s been coming, and I’ve known it.

I think the Lord has prepared me for it as well by leading me to become a teacher.

But the void of my own children’s physical presence in my life leads me to reexamine myself and who I really am…my identity, if you will.

I married at the tender age of 19 years old, and two years later, I had Chicky.  I followed that up two years later by giving birth to Rooster.

I have spent almost 22 years of my life investing nearly all of my energy and attention into taking care of children.

Twenty-two years is a long time.

Habits are formed after twenty-one days.

That is why leaving my babies at college dorms has so hard for me.

Because I’ve spent all of those years checking foreheads for fever, plugs and stoves for safety devices, homework folders for missed assignments, and closet doors for monsters, I’m finding that I can’t just suddenly STOP.

And dropping off those babies forced me to do just that…in an instant.

I’ve spent twenty-two years having adventures with my children…watching as they encountered new things such as new foods, new friends, new hobbies, and deepening faith.

As they’ve gotten older, their teenage angst at having me in their faces all of the time forced me to the sidelines, where I joined other parents who, like me were still privvy, albeit from a distance, to special moments, disappointing hurts, and everything in between.

How do you stop doing this from up close, like in the same town?

This is where the tears flow.

If I could find a way, I’d invent the College Cam…a way to become a fly on the walls of a college child’s life.

Only parents of college children would know about the device as the instant that a child is taken to college, the parents become instantly aware of the device and can watch their children meet new friends, encounter crazy professors who require 100 pages of reading and an essay every week, and go through Rush.

The kids?

They wouldn’t know about the device until they become parents themselves.

I say all of this to lighten the mood because my heart is still so heavy.

So much of who I am is tied into my children’s lives…into their joys and their sorrows.

I feel as if I’ve got to suddenly switch gears and change who I am.

The Mr. told me, when we were talking about this on Sunday, that it’s yet another change.

Folks, I’ll be honest with you.

I do not do well with change.

I am not a go-with-the-flow kind of girl.

I am very much like Chicky who wants to know what my day will entail, who I will play with, and what I will eat for dinner.

I color inside the lines.

If you move the lines, I cannot adjust and will cry.

I’m not kidding.

I have to ask myself if this is an issue of trust.

Do I trust that the Lord is looking out for my babies?

When I worry about them remembering to move their cars from one parking lot to another (so they won’t get a ticket), is this trust?

When I worry about them taking their Juice Plus (kind of like vitamin supplements), do I trust them to make the right decision?

And what if they don’t?  To both questions?

Can I accept their decisions and move on.

Because they aren’t completely in my care anymore.

Ugh.

I keep telling myself it’s not about control, and it really isn’t, for my concerns stem from LOVE…and wanting what’s best for my children.

But my issues go deeper…way beyond my children’s day-to-day choices.

As I look at my life, I think to myself that, Lord willing, I still have forty to fifty years to live.

I’ve already lived about half of my life (again, Lord willing).  What will my life look like in ten years?  What will my identity be at that time?

I want to believe that I won’t be pining away for my children.

Probably a small part will, but I know I’ll be used to things by then.

I’ll be at a new stage of my life.

I don’t want to be stubborn, and I don’t want to fight this.

It’s a losing battle, for I refuse to clip my children’s wings.

I refuse to do anything that goes contrary to supporting them despite my great desire to turn back time about ten years and freeze things there.

These are the thoughts I’m grappling with.

I feel a bit abnormal because I’ve talked to parents who said they were happy to let their children go.

That’s not bad, mind you, but it isn’t ME.

I remember after I had Rooster, and I decided to figure out how old I would be when he would turn eighteen and leave home.  Mind you, I counted on my fingers because mental math and I do not get along well (as in accurate answers).

I remember saying, to myself and anyone who would listen, “I’ll be 42 when Rooster graduates high school and goes to college.”

And it seemed like a long way off.

And all of a sudden, it wasn’t.

It happened.

It’s crazy, and I cannot wrap my head around it.

I’m thankful for a merciful God who doesn’t ask me to understand everything but just to trust Him.

And there’s that word again.

Trust.

Maybe that’s what everything boils down to.

Trust in Him to watch out for my babies.

Trust in Him to help me through these changes.

Trust in Him to use this to shape who I WILL BE in the years to come.

Trust is not something I do easily.

Oh, those who see me on a daily basis may think I’m a trusting gal because I talk so much, but I’m not.

Too many hurts in my life have hindered my ability to trust easily.

Sigh.

Praise the Lord that He isn’t done with me yet.

Praise the Lord that He doesn’t ask me to be perfect.

Even when my philosophical ramblings go crazy.

If you’ve read to the bottom of this post, I thank you.  If not, you’re forgiven.

I’ll be fine.

In God’s time, not mine, though.

I’ll just have to trust in that too.

A Mama Takes Her Youngest to College

I began writing this post around 9pm Sunday night.  It’s now 12:28am.

This is your clue that I have much to say.

I would have written it earlier on Sunday, but I took it somewhat easy today after what had been a very difficult evening the night before.

I didn’t attend church because I knew the tears were lurking right below the surface, and I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself when I got the inevitable question of, “How are you doing?”

Anyhoo…let’s move on.

What I really wanted to do with this post was to tell you about taking Rooster to college for, despite the sad tone of my last couple of posts, it was a grand time!

WARNING:  This post is very picture heavy.

I cannot help it.

I’m a gal who reflects on my life through the use of lots of words and lots of pictures.

As you know from reading the post I wrote in the wee hours of Friday morning, I was unable to sleep the night before we left.  I had many things on my mind, and I just couldn’t shut off my brain cells.

This worked to my favor, though, as I got things organized to go.

I had a young man, the same age as Chicky, who was coming to watch the dogs.  True to my organized teacher self, I had placed dog food in labeled baggies and left three pages of instructions, including a picture I drew of where the dogs’ food bowls were to be placed in relation to the furniture.  Overkill?  Maybe a wee bit, but the dogs are trained to eat certain places, and I didn’t want them to get confused.

We loaded up the car, and I was surprised, once again, at how few items Rooster had decided to take.  We took two cars…mine and his.

I took the second picture from the front seat of Rooster’s car.  Sorry for the poor quality.  It’s obvious, though, that Rooster didn’t have much in his car either.

I had decided to ride with Rooster.  I wanted to take advantage of every minute I had with him.  Despite an argument an hour or so before we left, I persevered and got in that car with him.  I remembered from Chicky’s first time going to college that kids and mamas get on each others’ nerves and say things they don’t mean to say because of the change that’s coming.  It was easy to forgive Rooster.

We stopped for gas, and I picked up a little breakfast…

I uploaded pictures to Facebook as I took them, and when my friend, Barbara, saw this one, she said it was obvious a teenage boy had picked out the combination.

I chuckled as I texted back that the food was for ME!  😀

So the drive began with Rooster following behind the Mr., who was driving my car…

Rooster and I enjoyed easy conversations as he drove.  Oh, how I treasured the hours we spent together in the car.  He’s a good driver, and I dozed off for about twenty minutes, exhausted from my lack of sleep the night before.

When I woke up, he said, “Mama, did you know that you snore?”

Um, no, I didn’t.

We figured out, though, that it was the position of my head that made me sound funny when I breathed.

Whew!

After stopping for lunch at what has to be one of the dirtiest Burger Kings I’ve ever been to (it’s in Dothan, by the way), we continued our drive.

Before long, we were entering Auburn…

Every time I go to Auburn, I feel as if I’m home.  Seeing the stadium makes me think of football season and the passion it draws out in people.

There’s a lot of pride in Auburn…

We got Rooster’s parking pass and then decided to park our cars and do a little bit of window shopping.  I saw the following as we entered the Haley Center…

Shopping was fun…especially because there weren’t the hordes of people that there usually are on football Saturdays.  I could actually shop without getting that claustrophobic feeling that I get when I’m in large crowds…

I found something I liked…a lot…

For obvious reasons, I didn’t buy it…

After visiting a couple of stores, we decided to eat dinner.  Rooster saw Chipotle’s and, because he’d never eaten there, we decided to give it a go.  I’d eaten there last year when I visited Chicky at school, so I knew I liked it.  Here’s what I got…

Vegan heaven!

While we were eating, we remembered that we’d discussed going to see a movie, so after checking times, we headed back to the hotel to get ready.  Our room was so clean and comfortable!

Soon, we were on our way to see The Bourne Legacy.  We have always enjoyed the previous movies in this series.

The movie theater was one of the most plush that I’ve seen in a while.  There were small movie screens mounted to the walls, and previews were showing on them.  Rooster and the Mr. watched while I simply enjoyed sitting close to my boy.  The Mr. took what will always be one of my favorite pictures of the two of us.  I wish I could share it with you here, but I don’t post pictures of our faces.  My Facebook friends were getting to see my saga play out, though, as I constantly uploaded new pictures.

The movie was quite good, by the way!

So far, I’d managed to hold myself together, although I caught myself, sometime during the movie, thinking ahead to actually hugging Rooster goodbye the next day, and I teared up a bit.  Thank goodness it was dark in the theater.  Although he was sitting beside me, he never saw a thing.

We went back to the hotel, watched the evening’s Olympic events, and headed into Dreamland.  I slept hard.  I was worn out.

Auburn had organized the move-in process by assigning students to move-in shifts.  Our time slot was 8-8:30.  EARLY!  Rooster had a little trouble getting up…

Oh, good gravy, but I was not looking forward to what stretched ahead of me.  Sigh.

Off we went, and the skies were gloomy.  It’s been raining almost every day down here in the South.

How things worked was that cars pulled up to the curb, where there were volunteers to assist with the unloading process.  After unloading, cars were moved to the parking lot just beyond the drop-off zone.  Then, a designated member of each family stayed with the piles of stuff while other members of the family took stuff to the dorms.

It was interesting to compare Rooster’s pile of stuff with others’.  We’d even seen, as we’d driven up, a full-sized dresser in the back of a trailer.  WOW!

Rooster’s Pile

Rooster got assigned to be in Aubie Hall.  We smiled broadly when we got the news in the mail last Spring because Aubie is the name of our oldest dog.  This assignment seemed quite fitting!

We had to climb several sets of stairs to get to Rooster’s floor.  The hallways were narrow and seemed to go on forever!  In fact, Rooster and the Mr. got a little lost the first time they took a load up…

It took about four trips to the curb to get the entire pile to Rooster’s room…

Isn’t that a beautiful building?

I had not been on the campus tour, so I was pleasantly surprised when I caught my first glimpses of the dorm…I mean suite.

The suite is beautiful!  It doesn’t even feel like a dorm but more like an apartment!  It has four rooms (one student sleeps in each), two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen.

Two of Rooster’s suite-mates are in the band and have been at school for a week or two already.  Someone brought this…

Another guy brought this…

Talk about a good setup!!  Makes ME wish I was living the college life!!

The view from the living room is beautiful…the stadium!!

Rooster has a great view from his room as well…one of the dining halls and the basketball arena…

We also had a good view of the other families moving students in…

We started putting things in Rooster’s room.

Rooster has a decent sized area to hang clothes.

We got busy, got his bed made, and unpacked his clothes.

Along the way, we thought of things we needed to get, so I started a list on an app on my phone…

We made what has become a tradition in our family…a Walmart run…for last-minute items.

I love shopping in Auburn.  It’s where I can find fabrics like these…

And these…

My small list turned into this (you always wind up buying more than you intended!)…

Back to school we went, where we helped Rooster put away the new items.

It didn’t take long.  Rooster is very minimalistic, taking satisfaction in the few things he has, not needing a ton of stuff.

Rooster wanted to make sure his student card had been loaded with his food money, so we visited one of the eateries on campus…the Chick-n-Grill…

I got a veggie wrap, of course…

Rooster really, really likes this place, so I’d venture to bet that he’ll be visiting often.

As we walked around campus, I found myself enjoying the view…sights I never tire of during my visits…

The green areas on campus are breathtaking!  I was struck by this tree…don’t ask me why…perhaps because it was beautiful.

We got back to his room and put away a few more things.  On our way up, this time taking the elevator, I was struck by the attention to detail.  Although the elevator goes to several floors, the hallways are locked and require student key cards, specifically coded for individual students’ floor assignments, before entry can be made.  The building is co-ed with the floors being dedicated to either all girls or all boys and the floors alternating from one to another (i.e. 2nd/4th are boys and 1st/3rd are girls).  As a mama, I just LOVE this!!

This is not Rooster’s hallway, by the way!

Rooster’s room looked fantastic when we got finished!  I loved the little touches he added, such as his Scentsy candle, which I bought him last year.  He loved Canada when we stopped during our cruise to Alaska last year, so that’s why I bought him a Canada candle holder.

Rooster and the Mr. had been purchasing little trinkets like the following…

His desk looked so organized and clean

I’m sure it won’t surprise you when I tell you that before we left, he had his computer and xBox connected to AU’s wifi.

We’re hoping to see some academic books added to the shelves below (or rather to the desktop above)…

Then, we took a look at the Welcome Week brochure, which contained daily schedules of activities designed to help students meet each other and learn about different organizations on campus…

One fun activity was this…

For the record, Rooster wound up not going to this.  Instead, he attended a praise and worship time at the college’s chapel.

Yep.

He turned down FREE ice cream to worship with other believers.

I.  Am.  Humbled.

But I’m digressing because he did that AFTER we dropped him off.

After we perused the Welcome Week brochure, we left his room.  Rooster told us to take a good look at his bed because it was the only time we’d see it made.  He wasn’t planning on keeping things completely straight.

And this is the part of the story that gets difficult.

I’d done so well all day.

I had not cried.

Well, that’s not true.

When he’d gone to get us a better buggy at Walmart, the Mr. and I started talking, and I did tear up.  I wiped my tears before Rooster got back to us.

Still, I’d kept myself together.

As we sat on the couch talking to Rooster, it became obvious that there wasn’t much else for us to do.

We had made small talk with one of his roommates who was also moving in on Saturday.  His parents were very nice.  They had left, though, to get lunch, so we had Rooster all to ourselves.

Though there were evening activities planned for families, we hadn’t known about them ahead of time, and we’d already planned to head on home late that afternoon (I’ll know better for next year!).

Finally, the Mr. gave me “THE LOOK.”

If you’ve been married a while, you know what I’m talking about.

It was the impatient, “Are you ready to leave” look.

Sigh.

It had to be done.

I would have gladly stayed all day…all weekend…every day for the next four years.

I excused myself to use the restroom, where I started crying.

It’s difficult to type this without crying.

The pain was growing.

I managed to get myself together.

Rooster was in his room alone, and I hugged him and told him how much I loved him.

He’s not a gushy kind of guy, so he didn’t say much.

I think he was a little ready for us to leave, but he was being polite and not saying it.

He didn’t want to walk downstairs with us, but I asked him to anyway.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I made him…guilted him into it.

I wanted a couple of final pictures.

I needed that.

The Mr. and I took turns taking pictures of each other with our boy.

I didn’t cry.

I was good.

I told Rooster, for the upteenth time, that I loved him.

And then he began to walk away.

THIS is the worst part of being a mama.

Absolutely.

I tried to get him to turn around for one final wave.

Chicky does this for me.

Not my Rooster.

He just walked.

And he opened the door to his building and was gone.

I managed not to cry in that moment, although my heart was ripped in two.

The Mr. and I turned and walked to the car.

As I sat down and closed the door, the floodgates opened up.

I wanted to run back inside for one last hug.

I couldn’t.

I knew that.

The Mr. drove…

To one of the University’s stores so I could have a bit of retail therapy…

And where we could get some of the famous lemonade from Toomer’s Drugs.

You do realize what I was doing, right?

I was delaying the inevitable…leaving the town that my baby was in.

But leave we did…

Where we passed beautiful rural scenery…

And a thunderstorm, which matched my somber mood…

Unlike two years ago, when I took Chicky for her first year of college, I was returning to a home that would not have one of my babies there.

At least when I had taken Chicky, I knew I’d still have Rooster to love on daily…to invest energy on…to comfort me when the sadness of being without her overwhelmed me.

This time I knew I wouldn’t have that.

Rooster was beginning an adventure that I was not a part of, and I felt left out.

I still feel left out.

But I am happy for him.

We shared a lot of arguments this past year, due to his growing up and away from me.  But, we also shared a deepening relationship as we discussed issues on a more mature level.

I’m going to miss our daily conversations…our time in the evening when we will just sit together in the same room, both perhaps lost in our thoughts but together nonetheless.

It’s hard to know, sometimes, how your children feel about you…especially in light of the arguments you have with them…especially as the time draws nearer for them to leave home.

During the ride home, I saw, on Facebook, that Rooster had changed his profile picture.

He’d changed it to the one I’d just uploaded of the two of us hugging right before we’d left.

Do you know how much that touched my heart?

I cried tears of sadness and tears of joy, and I’m crying right now as I type this.

This child who’d I’d fought with only an hour before we’d left the house on that trip had honored me by using our picture as the one that’s displayed whenever he updates Facebook.

I know that those of you who have already sent your babies to college and have gotten used to the changes in your life must be reading my ramblings and thinking that it will get better.

I do know this.

But that doesn’t make my heart hurt less right now.

I know that I’ll get used to it.

It’s just hard when you’re a mama who has always been so hands-on with her children…not as a way to control them (despite what they might think) but as a way to express your love for them.

Anyhoo, I’ve digressed.

Again.

I love my Rooster, and if he’s reading this, I hope that he knows that my love is deep, and the things I do and the tears I cry are not attempts to hold him back but reflect the joy that being his mama has brought to my life.

I truly am blessed.

I do not know why the Lord chose me to be his mama, but I am humbled, and I am honored.

I never deserved the good things in my life and the wonderful children I bore, but still God blessed me.

I’ll treasure this weekend of taking my youngest to college.  I’m thankful for the experience.  I cannot imagine ever sending one of my children to college to move in by him/herself because to do so would deny me the privilege of hugging a piece of myself one last time before the next part of that person’s journey begins.

And that is what this weekend and, in fact, this time in all of our lives is about…

The start of a new journey.

Rooster, you’re going to have a great four years, I just KNOW it!

I want you to know that I’ll be in the wings, cheering you on, praying for you, every step of the way!!