The boy got in
Oh, I know I shouldn’t be writing a post at 4:49 a.m. But I’ve got my Christmas cold, hacking away, and my boy just got into Loyola. Here’s how life has changed. In my day (oh, I HATE to say that), you applied to college and you got an acceptance letter. Now you get a text message. Noah got his text this afternoon.
I told him that we have to figure out financing. I told him that it’s really cold in Chicago. I didn’t tell him that when I drop him off at his dorm there I will walk away bravely and then cry uncontrollably.
What’s happened to me? I used to be self-sufficient. I used to be self-directed. Until I let all these people in my life. Now I have to worry about how they are all turning out. I’m pretty proud of Noah. He’s come a long way and he’s a great kid. My mom used to call Louise and me rotten kids. She meant it as a complement. I wish she was here. She’d love the grandson she never knew.