Never Been There, Never Done That: Diary of a First-Year Badger Mom

The first Thanksgiving break has come and gone
For now, it feels good to see the snow, to flip the calendar page, and to be in December.
Ordinary people, ordinary days
I don’t recall having such a very ordinary day for a holiday in a long time…
A note to Sean’s friends
This one’s for you!
Okay, a big breath!
What a bubbling font of information we both were…
Rough day, but getting better…
Life’s all about change, isn’t it?
Becoming who we are
It’s always a process…
An evening to think about
It’s his life — hats and haircuts and all the rest.
Ch-ch-ch-changes…
It’s suddenly a brave, new world.
News from the front
It sounds to me like our guy is finding his way in the world just fine.
Norovirus!
It’s “characterized by an acute gastrointestinal illness with vomiting and diarrhea.” Yum.
A scare
My heart is always pulling me in one direction, and my head pulls me in the other.
How they do grow up
Young people in tuxes will make you stop and think.
Some things don't change
We just concluded that jerks will probably always be jerks.
Ask and ye shall receive
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I don’t know what to think
Why wouldn’t it be all right for him to come home for the night?
Good friends are hard to find
Being young isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
One man, one anticlimactic vote
Instead of getting an exciting roller-coaster ride at the end of our hour and 15 minutes, Sean just got to fill out some paperwork.
Wisdom teeth
It was like the Two Stooges trying to figure out which building they should meet at this morning.
Life at Midterm
I have to admit that having him nearby is pretty darned great.
Triumphant Return
It was one of those full, rich, happy evenings that you put in your mental scrapbook to save for a rainy day.
Gratitude
There’s a saying that goes, “When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.” I believe that’s just happened — in the form of my son.
Mother guilt
I was suffering from a big, fat case of it.
The State of the Family
Let’s take a step back and review where we have all landed at this point.
You gotta love family
Just when I say that Sean rarely calls… he calls.
It hasn't failed yet
I feel like he’s slipping away, bit by bit.
A mother's intuition
“Dude,” I said, “this is so going in the blog.”
Shiftng attention, shifting priorities
I didn’t think I’d come to this point…
The value of home
I guess that’s the value of home: you can be who you are.
Hmmm…
What was that about?
Two steps forward, one step back
While we were at dinner, I told him that there are always options in life.
Holy revelation, Batman!
I began to wonder whether I’m thinking — subconsciously, of course — that now that Sean is gone, I can allow myself to let down my parenting guard, to be gentle with myself, to give myself a break now and then.
Uh oh
Have I “arrived”? Does this mean I have nothing more to write about?!
Out of touch
Isn’t that what we want for our kids?
Life is feeling more normal
The world felt right again.
One degree of separation
It was like when you have house guests who aren’t sure what to do with their used towels because they don’t live with you
Waves…
It felt somehow like he was a special guest
Homecoming
Looks like we still have some work to do in the etiquette department.
Taking matters into his own hands
I’ve just had the excellent opportunity to practice standing back and not meddling in Sean’s decision making
Jealousy
Now I realize that maybe I wasn’t as out of the woods as I thought I was a few days ago
Coincidence
I missed Sean. A lot. Plain and simple.
Feeling sheepish
We probably don’t have to worry about them eating paste
An eventful weekend
Adventures from his first big weekend as a college freshman
Another surprise
His first call home he asked, “Do you know where my bike helmet is?”
Surprise visit
He was known as the guy who tap dances
Calm
I’ve almost finished putting away all the rejects that came back from the dorm
All’s well that ends well
The child I know and love had returned.
Don’t let the door hit you on the way out
It gave new meaning to the term “tension rod,”
The Big Day
I guarantee we were the only folks in the lobby with a piano.
Wailing, weeping, gnashing of teeth - oh, the melodrama!
In my worldview, the glass is not just half empty — sometimes I wonder if there’s a glass at all.
Giant Whiner
On the other hand...
Thud thud thud
Going on in the street down below
It all comes down to this
They’re leaving, one by one…
Like sands through the hourglass…
It’s as though time is in slow motion
Who supports the rest of us when we’re a big pile of crazy?
Don’t we get to be irrational and a big pile of crazy?
Lightening the load
It’s all in the name of lightening up and moving on to our next phase of life
An unexpected time for talking
He's cut back on his socializing and is instead more or less cocooning
Do as I say, not as I do — I’m your mother, after all
Once a micro-managing mom, always a micro-managing mom
Whittling
The removal of things
Packing up
Staging the room
Defining boundries - sort of
Today we’re off to Chadbourne
Thank you, mom mentor
She’s been down this rocky road already and has told me how hard it is
Of dark clouds and Jelly Bellies
And the Bristol Renaissance Faire
Mr. Popular
Crazy busy seeing friends and orchestrating get-togethers
Four to three
He takes special pride in proving me wrong every day.
A poignant moment at Target
The shower tote: icon of college dorm life
Gathering and sowing
An abundance of “infrastructure sundries”
A birthday without fanfare
Today is Sean’s 18th birthday
Liberation and sadness
The semi-annual “house purge,”
Letting Go
Crying and reading
So close, and yet so far
The magic dry-cleaning fairy hasn’t stopped by lately, so no, your shirts are still in the basket awaiting delivery to the shop
SOARing - or not
Big moments occur while the parents are kept busy somewhere else on campus.
Ah, the senior year…
These are exciting times as we round out the final days of school, but they’re also exhausting.