“What’s the name of this place?” my husband asked me.
“Arbor Brewing Company”, I answered.
He leaned over and whispered, “Good – ABC – I don’t want to forget the name. Look at them. They will never be this young or this idealistic again.”
That’s what my husband said to me as we sat at dinner the last night we were in Ann Arbor, MI after moving our son and his fiancée there for grad school. As if it wasn’t already hard enough, my husband said this with tears in his eyes. The kids got quite a chuckle at our expense but that’s OK. Theirs is a view that is idealistic and cynical at the same time. Viewed through their hipster cynicism, I’m sure we seemed silly and sentimental.
It’s truly back-to-school season.
Two moves in a week and a half. I’m not certain how much more I can take. Our son is off to grad school and our daughter back to college – one in Michigan and one in North Carolina. Both moves requiring trucks and my husband’s considerable logistical skills and Tetris-like packing. While Rachel is heading back to familiar territory at Appalachian State, Drew and Liz are forging a new path at the University of Michigan.
We are not new to the college move. Getting Rachel back to school will be our eighth, but this year it’s different. Drew is 600 miles away, which feels like halfway around the world to this mama. Rachel is moving into an apartment. It all appears very grown up.
And it’s wrecking me.
Logically, I get that this is the next phase of their lives.
Would someone please tell my heart that it’s OK?
Would someone please put a stop to the tears that threaten to leak out at the most unexpected moment?
Would someone please explain to my sweet husband that this is not a problem to be fixed, it’s a situation to be endured?
I know there are planes trains and automobiles, I just don’t care. Six hundred miles is a long freaking way. Before you ask, no, I don’t want my kids camped on the couch playing video games and living in the basement. Yes, I want them to be productive members of society, contributing to the world at large.
I just didn’t know it was going to happen so quickly.
My husband and I joke that we have received a raise, our son is now off the payroll. (The girl child…well…she still costing us.) We’ve done as much as we can to ease them into real life. Truly, one of the hardest things to do as a parent is to let go. It’s sink or swim now (mostly).
Good grief, I know this is sappy. I know that every parent goes through this. And I know that this is what we want – for them to be adults. But for the next few days, don’t be surprised to find me tearing up at the most inopportune moments.
It’s back to school time, and I am remembering ABC – Arbor Brewing Company.