The room is cold, pizza good and speakers…well, informative. I shouldn’t need to go to another college orientation day with another child, but here I am. This is my third child, fourth college and 537th speaker. Hard to believe I’m still learning. I know what FAFSA stands for and have read some good info on how to succeed in class, at your job and in life. I manage to identify with most of the instructors although I am now older than a lot of them.
When my first soon-to-be freed child went off to college I cried a little bit and choked up as I hugged him goodbye. When the second went off to college I cried…well, no, I just choked up a little bit as I hugged him goodbye. Now, as I send the third off to college…I choke up…well, no, I just giggle and laugh and scream “WooHoo!” out the window as I pass people. It is sick but it is easier as you get toward the end of your trips to school and orientation days. Hey, I’ve done it. Raised three kids…all have gone on to college and soon my youngest will have a degree. Life is good. I’m pondering the thought of agreeing with my husband that we should get a Harley and ride off into the sunset whenever we dern well please. We don’t have to drop kids off, pick kids up, talk to kids’ teachers…coaches…principals or parole officers. We’re free of needing to be at two different games in two different towns.
Excuse me, my phone is ringing. “Oh, sure…a game on Tuesday night. At 4:00? Another at six? You need him picked up at 3:15. Okay, we’ll be there.” Forgot. We’re starting over. The grandkids are starting school. We have one going into second grade. One starting kindergarten. Yeah, we’re starting over. Maybe we do need that motorcyle. We could run around to everything on that…47 miles to the gallon. We are 90 miles away…2 gallons each way…yeah, we could almost make up for the payment in the savings….we’ll just have to get a sidecar to haul kids…we drop them off…pick them up…go to games in two towns…yeah, here we are again. Woohoo!
