One of the hardest things I’ve done as a mother is to drop my son off at college his freshmen year. I was so proud of him. And he was only going to be a 3+ hour drive away.
I went hysterical.
My husband, who knows me very well plus has a knack for self-preservation, thought this might be rough for me, so he planned for us to drop my son off at SUNY Delhi and then continue on to Niagara Falls.
For all my Canadian peeps…..EVERYONE in the US knows your side is much better, and cleaner, than ours.
I didn’t want my son to see me crying, or depressed, so I was keeping a stiff upper lip as we helped him get acclimated, checked the school out a little and then got out of his way. He was so excited/nervous, the same way I felt when I first left for college. He was ready to shoo me away.
He and I are very close and he’s my youngest. His sisters did not move away and I knew this exciting time for him would be depressing for me.
I was really good until my husband and I got in the car to leave. Before my husband turned on the car I started sobbing. I mean sobbing.
Even I knew I was over the top. Tons of you out there have gone through the same thing. It’s about a family change. As our children move to the next stage in life, so do we. It takes an adjustment. I was extremely fortunate because I did not have to endure a divorce at the same time, although I’m sure Tim was tempted.
I cried from Delhi, NY to Niagara Falls, Canada. Tim was Job. He suggested stopping to eat. Sob. Listening to the radio. Sob. Eventually he got a lawyer. I’m kidding. Finally, I picked up one of the Harry Potter books I had brought with me. I had already read the first one, because I read it in Spanish, so I really remember that. I think I brought #2,3,4 with me.
Reading Harry Potter got me through missing my son, staring the new era of our family life in the face, and being on vacation when I just wanted to cry. It is incredibly embarrassing to think of how much I cried then. Poor Tim.
We did do fun things in Niagara Falls. Went to restaurants, took a ton of pictures, took the boat ride under the falls. We went to gardens and just drove around. And I cried and read.
We were probably gone a total of 4 days. We had fun, but I was still really down in the dumps. What saved me?
Harry Potter. I finished 3 Harry Potter books in 4 days. Total escapism. Little sleep. By the time we came home I was done with Harry Potter for a while, but was no longer so depressed.
I missed my son incredibly. And then two weeks later he came home for the weekend to hang out with his friends. I went hysterical and I was going to see him in two weeks?
Thank you, Harry Potter.