So. Many. Flowers.
It has been an emotional week. After an initial feeling of tremendous accomplishment, it is now slowly but surely sinking in that my child lives 230 miles away from us. Meal preparation and mealtimes get me the most, it's that mom thing kicking in where you just want to take care of your young.
He is going through some homesickness too, but all in all is doing well, getting settled and meeting new friends. Classes start on Tuesday.
While we were taking our son to college, I kept thinking this week of the wee one that was given up for adoption and who has found a most loving home with my friends. I couldn't help but think about the birth mother...who I know absolutely nothing about, but who is a mother nonetheless even though the circumstances in her life prompted her to give up her baby. How much trust she must have placed into my friends.
I know Tall Son is in the right place; he will make new friends, play music, study new subjects.
But it is new territory for all of us, and we are learning how to care for each other in new ways.
Tomorrow, I am embarking on what is possibly the biggest knitting project ever, or the craziest, whichever way you want to look at it. September 1st is the beginning of a month-long quest to knit up 10,000 yards of yarn. I am hoping it will help me through the back-to-school-blues.