It is happening.Posted: February 15, 2010
We’re waking up in Raleigh this morning. Andy and Barney just called it “The Capitol”. I call it far enough away to make a lousy road trip. Andy and Barney were more concise and poetic.
Today is the Omawari-son’s first orientation session with the College of Natural Resources at North Carolina State University. We aren’t just talking about it anymore. They accepted him during the early admission period.
What the heck just happened? Last week I wrote a check to the day care while I picked up a chubby blond boy with an untied shoe. Last night we drove across the state so we’d be on time for orientation first thing in the morning. He worked on calculus homework in the back seat. His shoes were tied.
The day care play in which he portrayed Kicky Kangaroo (“I am Kicky Kangaroo. I have a Key and a Kite”) is over. The elementary school chorus concerts are too. Goodbye little marching band in blue, hello giant marching band in red.
We’ve prepared for this. Everything has gone just as we all hoped. The last step is me figuring out how I do this.
He’ll graduate in June, we’ll move him into a dorm in August.
He’ll come home for visits from school with longer hair and a scraggly beard. I will, for the first time in 18 years, keep my mouth shut about such things because I’ll be glad to see him.
All the friends and names that I know will all be replaced by names I probably wont have faces for. I will not know these people’s parents. Eventually I’ll have a face for one of them when he brings her around. She’ll be nervous meeting the old man, but the truth is, I already approve.
It is a thrilling trip we’re on today. I just figured out we left for Raleigh eighteen years ago. It only feels like it just started when we got in the car yesterday afternoon.
The trip will continue. He will just be making a few stops on his own.
How did my parents do this without cell phones and the internet?