So, today was the day. We packed him up and drove the few miles to Carthage. (ok not so few..it took about 40 minutes) We made it through our 6 morning checkpoints...admissions, financial aid, the registrar, the office of the dean of students, the health office and security. (sounds backwards doesnt it?)
We got BJ's room key and headed over to the South Tower...or the new Villa Fuller. If you could have seen his face....priceless. Im not sure what was expected, but he looked like he drank sour milk when he opened that door. His room is a standard dorm room. 2 beds, 2 desks, 2 closets. He cant get over how small it is. I kept telling him that we ALL went through it and we ALL survived. His Mom and Dad agreed. Danielle didnt help though when she kept saying "Man BJ, your room is really gross!"
He does have a room with a lake view. The campus is on Lake Michigan. No need for air conditioning (which is good because he doesnt have it) with the lake breeze. I dont think he knows how lucky he is to be able to walk to class along the lakefront everyday...at least until its winter and FRIGID.
After we moved his things in, we went to lunch and met his CC coach, Coach Witt. Very nice guy. We ate lunch with the team and some other parents. The cafeteria is a couple of buildings over from his dorm...that was surprising to me. Danielle was happy that there was a slurpee machine.
After lunch, we had to get a going because he had practice that afternoon. So we left him, in the cafeteria. Probably better that way so there was no tearful exchange. It was relatively painless.....
On the way home, Danielle must have had some form of light bulb go off. She was kind of quiet, listening to her Cheetah Girls CD. Then it happened. It goes a little something like this....
"Mommy? Can i ask you something?" She said it really, really quietly.
"Sure Baby," I said. I thought she was going to ask me for a toy or something to eat on the way home.
"What time will BJ be home tonight?" She asked it matter of factly, like he was just hanging out at a friends house.
"Well, Baby, Bj isnt going to be at home tonight. He has to stay at college for a few days or so. He might not be home until the weekend." (he wont be home this weekend, but it was the best I could do.)
"THAT is college? THAT place we were just at is his COLLEGE? He has to stay THERE?"
It was strange. She was still talking very quietly.
"Yes Baby. He has to stay at that place we just left. He will be home soon though. You will see him really soon"
"How old will I be when he comes home from college? I will be 11...college is four years right Mommy?"
"I hope it is only 4 years Baby, but he is not far away. We can go see him whenever we want to. And you can call him, and you can ichat with him, and we can see him on the computer. It wont be bad. And he will be home LOTs of times before you are 11".
She was almost too quiet at this point. I figured she was lost in her own thoughts for a second. So i checked her out in my rear view mirror. BIG streaming tears. The quiet ones. Not the kind you know are fake, like when you say no to a toy or to a cookie. The real ones. Then she started with the sniffles and not being able to catch her breath. "Im going to miss him Mommy." WOW....that did it for me. She had us BOTH bawling then. We left the school around 1:15 and she didnt stop until after 2. My poor Baby.
There were lots more questions after she stopped crying..."Will he be ok? Who will cook for him? What if he gets sick? Who is going to make sure he wakes up?" and on and on and on.....
"He is Baby...he is going to have to take care of himself now." At least until he comes home and we can spoil him a little.
UGH. What a day. Happy and sad all at the same time.
I have photos of the place. I will post them soon.