You know what sentence is the absolute truth? Where there is a will there is a way, (it's a nicer than saying when you are desperate you make do). Sunday was move in day at my son's university. We had one option and it was my MINI Cooper. We packed that sucker to the brim, typed the address into the GPS, and hit the pedal to the medal.
Son: Can we stop for food on the way?
Me: Sure. Where do you want to go?
Son: How about Chipotle?
I have come to the realization that I'm a minority when I go in there with him. If you are not a male between the ages of 15 - 23, then that makes you a minority.
He orders his burrito and I grab a water.
Son: Aren't you eating?
Me: Nope. I'm all set.
The truth is, my stomach was in knots. He's had such a tough year. I really want the kid to have a break. I hadn't slept in two nights, tossing and turning, anxious to get him settled in, and hoping for the best.
I'm quiet which apparently, is a dead giveaway for nervous mother.
Son: Your all nervous.
Me: No. I'm fine. I'm just letting you eat.
We get on the highway and my view is obstructed by bedding, a stereo speaker, snacks, his suitcase, and a vertical sign that says ICE in blue letters, which I don't even want to know where it came from. Damn college pranksters.
My GPS sucks. I decide not to listen to it.
Son gets directions on his iPhone.
Son: Take a right here.
Me: Here? OMG I can't see. Is there a car behind me?
He can't see either.
I put on blinker and hope for the best. I edge over slowly.
Uh oh, we narrowly escape. It's like driving blind folded.
We find his housing. It's set on a narrow one-way street. SUV's are lined up and down the road, unloading college gear, while anxious students worry about making a good first impression. I drop my son off so he can get his room key while I drive around the block because there are no spots. My second time down the street I'm in luck - there is one spot with my name on it and I pull right in.
I text him and let him know I'm across the street.
He comes out and we start making several trips from the car to the elevator.
Me: This seems really nice.
Son: My apartment is awesome.
The place is swelling with a buzz of excitement. It's alive. I spot a Mexican place across the street and know he'll be spending lots of time there.
After the hole in the wall he was in last year, I want to cry I'm so relieved when I see how much better this apartment is. There is one roommate there, another transfer student, he seems nice. I silently thank God.
My son picks a bed by the window and I offer to make up his bed. He busies himself unpacking.
I finish up and ask: What else can I do to help you?
Son: I'm all set, I think.
He's quiet. Dead giveaway for nervous son.
Me to son: I love you. I'll check in with you later. If you forgot anything, don't worry about it, I'll bring it to you.
I already have decided to get tickets to see Sister Act, which is playing around the corner. So many
excuses reasons to visit.
That night I text him.
How does it seem? How are your roommates?
Son: Seems great. I'm having fun.
Phew. Stomach slowly becomes unclenched. I'm reminded of the first time I dropped him off at pre-school. When it was time for me to leave, he started crying. He sat on the teachers lap while she comforted him, and I went out into the hallway and cried, while a different teacher comforted me. Apparently, it never gets easier.
It's such an emotional time for parents and kids. What was your experience if any with college move in day?