Well, it's done. Yesterday The Boy moved into his dorm. We loaded up the car in the morning and drove it to his new home base. We got him all settled in after a quick trip to Target to buy the last of the things he needed. It seems like there is always something: auxiliary cable, power strips, toilet paper, dorm room snacks, and so on. After all that we spent a little mother-and-son time together, lunch and a movie. If you're a Batman fan, I do recommend Dark Knight Rises. Then I dropped him off at his dorm room for his first night in his new digs.
Then this morning, I took him out to breakfast at the local IHOP and headed home. That was it. Kind of anti-climactic for such a big, new stage in life. You'd think it should come with a big ceremony, or major fanfare, but it is so utilitarian and functional.
I know it is big and life-altering for The Boy. He's nervous and worried and excited about that. But it is big and life-altering for me too. I've always been "a single mom". All of my big life decisions were based around what was best for my son: stability, and new life experiences, and security, and broad horizons. Now, I wonder who I am now. I know "once a mom, always a mom". He's always my one-and-only baby. I'm always going to be there for him, and always going to do my best for him. But can I still define my life around him? And if not, who am I now?
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