Tuesday, August 13, 2013
SLICE OF LIFE
Take this leaving for college thing, for example.
I know, or at least I've heard, how it's supposed to work.
The way I understand it, in most families, kids spend their senior year applying for college. They take ACT's, visit a few colleges, apply, debate their OPTIONS, and finally make a choice. Then they graduate, and spend the summer sorting through high school mementos and visiting Bed, Bath and Beyond, and packing.
And then, in late August, they leave.
That's most families. But that's not how we do it in our family.
About two weeks ago, the stars aligned, and things fell into place, and my younger son decided he would go to college. Nine hundred miles away from home. In 48 hours. Seriously. I'm not kidding.
On Thursday night, he talked to a football coach and rush ordered new football cleats (when you have size 17 feet you can't just go into a store and buy shoes, you have to special order them). On Friday, he went and got a new driver's license and I made plane reservations. On Saturday, we went and shopped for sheets and towels, and bought a suitcase. I also helped color a pair of pink cleats with a black sharpie, but that is a whole other slice. And on Sunday morning, he got on a plane with his football coach and moved to Arizona to go to college.
Since then, I have made four trips to the UPS store. The first time, I mailed a bag of shoes, because somehow, he had gotten to Arizona with his Jordan sandals and his football cleats. The second time, I mailed the new football cleats. The third trip, I mailed his special pillow. And then today, I mailed the long board (but that is also a story for another slice-- too bad this isn't March, because I have plenty to write about).
I also went to Arizona last weekend. I stopped in Phoenix and stocked Son #1's refrigerator. Then I drove three hours east to help Son #2 get settled. I bought a microwave and dorm refrigerator. And a special pillow, because the first one I mailed never got there. Or at least it didn't get there until after I bought the second one. And I sat through a scrimmage in a monsoon. And paid an extra $175 for a replacement ticket (but that is a story for another slice).
And now I am back in Denver.
Trying to pretend that it's ordinary for our house to be so very, very quiet.