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Grown-Up Charlie
May. 8th, 2015 08:06 amCharlie registered for his college classes yesterday at Montgomery County Community College. Got his photo taken for his student ID, and took a tour of the campus.
It's a really nice campus. It has a good, college feel; doesn't come off like 'thirteenth grade' at all. They have sport, and clubs and some lovely buildings. I think Charlie will be happy there. It's a good way for him to ease into the whole thing. His plan is to do MonCo for two years, then transfer to a 4-year college. It's a good plan. An inexpensive plan.
I feel like I should be more sentimental about this, but it's only when it sneaks up on me does it really hit me that my little boy isn't.
Like for example, when he got his driving license, I was really proud and happy for him, but I didn't feel sappy or sad at all.
Then, the following weekend he was going to his dad's for the weekend, and driving himself. I stood at the doorway, watching him drive off, did it really hit me. My husband, bless him, totally sensed what was going on because he just gave me the biggest hug and didn't laugh at my sentimental tears.
So I'm sure I won't get (too) weepy the day he graduates, but I know at some people over the summer, something's going to come up, and I'm going to be hit with the knowledge my little boy is a man, starting on a path to his own life, independent of mine, and I will cry.
Happy tears, of course, but I'll still cry.
It's a really nice campus. It has a good, college feel; doesn't come off like 'thirteenth grade' at all. They have sport, and clubs and some lovely buildings. I think Charlie will be happy there. It's a good way for him to ease into the whole thing. His plan is to do MonCo for two years, then transfer to a 4-year college. It's a good plan. An inexpensive plan.
I feel like I should be more sentimental about this, but it's only when it sneaks up on me does it really hit me that my little boy isn't.
Like for example, when he got his driving license, I was really proud and happy for him, but I didn't feel sappy or sad at all.
Then, the following weekend he was going to his dad's for the weekend, and driving himself. I stood at the doorway, watching him drive off, did it really hit me. My husband, bless him, totally sensed what was going on because he just gave me the biggest hug and didn't laugh at my sentimental tears.
So I'm sure I won't get (too) weepy the day he graduates, but I know at some people over the summer, something's going to come up, and I'm going to be hit with the knowledge my little boy is a man, starting on a path to his own life, independent of mine, and I will cry.
Happy tears, of course, but I'll still cry.
