A very good friend of mine sends her son off to University this week and I know it's hard for her so it's gotten me thinking of that first step in my adventure so many years ago now. We arrived in Ottawa and headed over to Bob & Claudia's for the first night and then over to residence in the morning to pick up my room assignment, laundry bag, student card etc. Luckily I was the first one in the room so I chose the bed & desk closest to the window - Erin my (not so friendly) roommate arrived soon after. I was on a co-ed floor so quickly made friends with Ryan and Rollie across the hall. Mom & Claudia scoured the room clean, we unpacked and got settled. We went back to Bob & Claudia's for dinner and then my parents dropped me off at the dorm to sleep. At which time, little miss independent, got in her single bed, covered her head with a pillow and cried. I remember thinking "what the fuck am I doing so far from home?" but as always I allowed myself to be scared and then remembered all the reasons I wanted to be here. Luckily I also had a second parental unit in Bob & Claudia here in Ottawa with me so by morning I was good to go. I remember my parents saying good bye and all of us trying not to cry - I don't think my mom did a very good job! I remember my dad slipping me a $50 - which at the time felt like I was rich! I walked back up to 3rd Grenville, put on my Flamingo Tee Shirt and without looking back, proceeded to enjoy Frosh Week Festivities with a vengeance and later, a hangover.
Dearest Angie, I wish you a few good cleansing tears this weekend, lots of hugs and the knowledge that you raised a wonderful son. He likely will get in less trouble than I did and look how good I turned out! :) You have given him all the tools that he needs to succeed and as hard as it will be to watch him leave the nest, with you as his mother he will undoubtedly soar. xo