Took Junior to school the other day - the last of my 3 kids/only son.
Bittersweet day for Mrs Windmill and myself - as many of you have already experienced this [and we have twice ourselves] - you know the feeling.
Our trepidation is tempered by having a roomate that he knows from his baseball academy [nice having a battery mate as a roomie, too] - he is a good kid [cousin of one of Jr's buddies from HS], nice parents.
Still a tough deal - I felt bad when I dropped my 2 girls at school, but this was different, for many reasons. My daughters have stronger personalities, at least from a self-confidence/self sufficiency perspective.
I worry that with all the interaction the 2 of us have had over the years through sports and common interests, him being the baby of the family, maybe being a little spoiled by mom [of course, not by me!! ]...I hope we didn't do to much for him. He's a good kid and we miss the hell out of him already.
I just hope he makes out OK and flourishes in this new environment. Had a lot on his mind the weeks leading up to school - his girlfriend since 9th grade [only girl he ever dated in HS] dumped him prior to here heading of to her D1 ****** scholly, he spent a week in the hospital with a parasite that caused him to lose 35 pounds, and some anxiety about going off to school...he was one of the most popular kids in HS, used to being "The Man", was missing the fact that he was not going ot footballcamp this year - whole gamut of things. Not exactly a great ending to his last summer before college.
After I left his dorm, I was driving away and had to pull over by the baseball field and have a moment. He's a great kid who has always brought us joy; he's almost always in a good mood, always lifted the mood around the house. I'm going to miss him on a daily basis and it's hard as hell to let him go :-[
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