I'm excited for my son. He's going away to university in the fall...the University of Guelph. Guelph is far enough away to "be away" but not so far that we couldn't scoot up and bring Devin home for the weekend...if he wanted. And Guelph has a beautiful campus. He'll be staying in residence and he and a friend have applied to room together which is great because they know each other and there won't be any surprises.
He had initially wanted to take the Criminal Justice program. His goal (at present) is to ultimately get a law degree and he thought that taking that program would help him in the long run. But...after doing an independent research project on the Middle East, he has decided his interests lean more to the Political Science program. The courses he's chosen look very interesting. He's looking forward to taking them. He's excited. I'm excited for him. Did I mention that?
A friend of mine (who has a son the same age as Devin and will also be going away to university in the fall...although not to the same one) mentioned that she may need to get together with her friends this summer to have a good cry in her beer. Oh Posh, I thought. Well, I didn't really think "OH POSH"...but it was definitely an "Oh Posh" sentiment. What is there to be sad about? THIS IS ALL SO EXCITING!"
And then this morning, I was talking to my mother and asked her if she was coming to Devin's graduation and of course, she said yes. And I was telling her how we have rented a tux for him for his prom and all the nice things that have been going on at the school for the grade twelves...and how he says he's a bit sad to leave high school and all his friends...and how I said that was a good thing because it meant he has enjoyed his years there...
...and now it's hit me. And I'm a bit weepy this morning.
But I'm still excited for him. I just think I'm going to having some of my friend's beer.