When College becomes home
When college becomes home....
I sat in orientation with an auditorium full of parents watching a parade of staff and administrators barrage us with information. I sat listening hearing about how to help our children transition and to understand that once our children leave home they never really come back. I thought and believed I was ready for my little girl and in theory that was true. She came home the first weekend to pick up the remainder of her stuff and she was excited to get back to her new abode. I thought to myself, I got this, she's okay, I'm okay....no problem. Last weekend I drove down to pick her up for the three day weekend and my Expedition was in the shop for an a/c issue so I had a rental car. I forgot the GPS and asked if she would get hers from her car. There are faster ways home but without my trusty GPS I dare not deviate from the known route. She happily brought her GPS to the car and plugged it in, I pressed the home button and to my surprise the address was not our home but her college address. I felt my face getting hot and the tears well up in my eyes somehow seeing it on a screen had a much more powerful affect on me. I couldn't help teasing her relentlessly all the way home.
I sat in orientation with an auditorium full of parents watching a parade of staff and administrators barrage us with information. I sat listening hearing about how to help our children transition and to understand that once our children leave home they never really come back. I thought and believed I was ready for my little girl and in theory that was true. She came home the first weekend to pick up the remainder of her stuff and she was excited to get back to her new abode. I thought to myself, I got this, she's okay, I'm okay....no problem. Last weekend I drove down to pick her up for the three day weekend and my Expedition was in the shop for an a/c issue so I had a rental car. I forgot the GPS and asked if she would get hers from her car. There are faster ways home but without my trusty GPS I dare not deviate from the known route. She happily brought her GPS to the car and plugged it in, I pressed the home button and to my surprise the address was not our home but her college address. I felt my face getting hot and the tears well up in my eyes somehow seeing it on a screen had a much more powerful affect on me. I couldn't help teasing her relentlessly all the way home.
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