Fear and Trembling in New Jersey


Landon moves out tomorrow. Writing that sentence is panic inducing.


He is excited and enthusiastic about moving out and starting college. I'm excited for him, and I know this is the right thing, but it feels like something important is ending--even though I'll still see him frequently. It feels like a momentous transition and like nothing will be the same ever again. It leaves me with a strange mix of pride and sadness. I know I'll be a wreck tomorrow. How long I'll be a wreck, remains to be seen.


I've been instructed that I cannot email, text, or call more than once a day except for the first two weeks. (I can live with those terms--they are better than I exected I'd be able to negotiate).


I shared some of these feelings with Landon, and he said, "I think about how much hard work you have put into being my mom for these past 18 years . . . . . . . but then I think about how much work it's been for me to have you as my mom. If you could understand that, you'd understand why I'm so excited to move out." Nice. :-) (He said this with a huge grin--I know he loves me.

Comments

  1. BigPapi79August 29, 2009 at 9:41 PM

    What happend to Landon! I can't believe that he has moved into the dorms.

    I know I'm in trouble because I had the same emotions/feelings that you descibed above when I dropped Jens off for second grade! I'm already having anxiety about next year when Jens goes to third grade and Bryce goes to Kindergarten.

    I prescribe Dominos pizza and Krispe Kreme donutsQ

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  2. MarenAugust 30, 2009 at 2:40 PM

    Are you surviving?? How crazy that Landon is in college! We all better not blink or we may miss our kids childhoods....Hope all goes well with Landon's transition to college life!

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  3. Kjrsten OlerAugust 31, 2009 at 1:46 PM

    Landon my Landon - come back! Try sitting on the ground behind his car, or hiding his keys.

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  4. AnonymousAugust 31, 2009 at 7:29 PM

    Here's hoping you get many calls to pick him up to visit! Hang in there, at least he's close enough for you to stalk!;) You guys have a great realtionship, so you need not fear. Hope your teaching goes well this week!

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  5. my rebel took overSeptember 4, 2009 at 12:35 PM

    That comment of his is so typically Landon. I love it. I've been thinking about you this week. I hope you're holding up ok!

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