#3 Son was home for the long weekend. I took him back to school earlier this evening. He'll be there for another couple of weeks - the program ends July 19th. I helped him carry his stuff into his room and, when done, I turned around and walked down this long hallway - from his room, to the entrance.
It's a typical institutional hallway, cinderblock, painted a bright yellow, square incandescent fixtures spaced evenly in the low ceiling. It struck me that soon, very soon, this place will become as familiar to my son as the walls in his room, at home. There's even a chance that soon, very soon, different walls will be 'home', different places and faces will become the familiar and everyday in his life. We will become what he references when he says, to his new places and faces, "When I was growing up." - looking back over his shoulder at where he has been, on his way to wherever it is he is going.
I don't know if I'm ready for this.
As long as we're on the subject ... I don't remember whether I've mentioned this or not, but #3 intends to major in Japanese. At first he thought he might double major and add Computer Science with a minor in Education, but he has decided on a more realistic approach and he's going to double in Education. There's a government program that will pay part of his tuition if he commits to teaching for a while in 'high need' areas after he graduates. He's interested. I hope it works out.
I still don't know if I'm ready for this.
It was hard enough sending him off to the residential high school when he was a Sophomore. But it was High School, and he was still our responsibility. Now he's 18. And it's college. And he's legally an adult.
And I really don't know if I'm ready for this.
And I don't know if HE'S ready, either. It's a long hallway.