I'm so sorry there wasn't a blog last Friday. I'd spent the night in the emergency room with the Lad on Thursday night and we both came home and slept. Needless to say with the chaos, I just didn't have time to post. He's doing much better...and so am I. Though I do see how having a blogs posted in advance would be helpful on days like that!
Yesterday morning, the Lad's Lady and I were chatting on Facebook. She's all excited about moving back to campus, sharing pictures of her dorm room. It's so neat and organized, and ready for studying. There's such a difference between a girl's dorm room and a boy's. Everything matched; there were pictures and collages of family and friends everywhere. (I was happy to see the Lad in the center of the collages!) It's full of cute banners and feels like home. The Lad's room at school is full of Pearl Jam, Johnny Cash, and Walter White posters, with mis-matched Christmas lights hung haphazardly around the room, and multiple guitars stashed in all corners. Both of them are just different reflections of 'home'.
There's a song in Rent that makes me cry every time I hear it. "Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure - measure a year?" (Wow...I can't even type it without crying). Fall, to me, is the start of the new year. Maybe it's because I've spent my life in academia, but there's something about the return to school in the Fall that brings on the feeling of a new start. And sending the Lad off in the fall makes each one of those minutes seem to last forever.
So...enjoy the card today. To all the mommas crying as they drop the kindergartner off for the first time or all of you dropping your freshman off to college...be gentle with yourself. Seek solace with friends, read a book, or do something creative. I prepped 112 cards for an upcoming class last night in just 4 hours to keep my mind and hands busy. And besides, you can't cry or it ruins the paper!