School is almost in, and summer is nearly over.
Our son is in Year 2 at Queen's University in Kingston and it just seems like we picked up at the end of April to come home for the summer.Tomorrow morning at 9 AM, we have the car loaded and back down the 401 for almost 3 hours, I must admit it is little easier this year than it was last year, I was not looking forward to saying goodbye and leaving my buddy in the world to fend for himself.
Well he managed better than I did, and survived the year, socially, in residence, and academically.
To top it off he just turned 19 this week, and we ( him and I) went for his first legal beer at midnight on his birthday.
And of course with this new found freedom, he is out tonight, knowing that his ID is good, and he can order and buy beer in Ontario, finally, he said the last month seemed so long.
Well for me this last month seemed so short, and this week went by in a instant.
I know he will do well at school, now that he is a house with 2 guys and 2 girls, should be an interesting year for sure, for them, of course the loud drunken parties on the back deck and the burnt dinners we will never hear about, but as long as the local delivery guy knows the address, pizza, McD's and whatever else is take out, or delivered will keep them going.
There is numerous emotions running through me this week, one getting old, even though I don't feel it, my kid's are 19 and 23, and have their heads screwed on straight, yes they stray off the path, but never to hurt themselves or friends,
Secondly the hockey season is almost here, and I will yell at the screen for a second season by myself, I doubt anyone will hear me or even care. But my hockey playing son won't be sitting beside me, he will be watching it over the internet and once in a while text me and say "did you see that play" yes I did, but it is not the same when you are in the same room
To wrap up as I could ramble on for a while.
Guess they call this progress, it is, doesn't mean I have to like it, but it is progress, so in three years when he graduates, he will leave the nest egg and not come back probably move where the job takes him, at least I hope he gets one.
So thanks for reading this bit of progress or sadness, but Sunday will be all good when I am lost in my own house with no one to punch in the shoulder!
Cheers!~
