Oh woe is me. DS leaves for Uni next weekend and life has interrupted my scrapping. Projects in the works include:
- a recipe book of cheap and easy to prepare meals for a child who will do anything to avoid cooking, even to the point of opting not to eat
- this little project, making use of old tee shirts culled from the active collection
- packing, laundry, and shopping for boring but necessary clothing like socks and undies, a warm winter coat (it is Scotland, after all) and replacement tees
- resolving arguments over who gets to take/keep essential books and DVDs (we are at an impasse over the Harry Potter books and Kung Fu Hustle, 3:10 to Yuma and the Buffy and Angel boxed sets.) And who gets the rice cooker.
- cleaning his room and disassembling his bed in preparation for room decorating in advance of a visitor mid-October
That is, in fact, only a partial list. Add lots and lots of cooking of favourite meals all week (so far, top of this list is enchiladas, gnocchi with gorgonzola and walnuts, and French toast), creating a start-up pantry box of pasta, refried beans, and hot sauce, as well as other shelf-stable staples, and much more sorting and ticking off of the must-have items for his new accommodation. And more boring shopping.
Funny, but I feel more upset over this life-changing event than I did when he went of to play group, the first (presumably most painful) breach in the mother-child relationship. That produced not even a whimper from me – in fact, I recall neither of us feeling any particular tugging of the heartstrings then. He walked in, went to his mates at the sand table and when it was time to leave, all the other new kids were crying and clinging to their Moms while I called to him, once, twice THREE times and said “I’m leaving now.” The boy didn’t even look up, just flung up a sandy hand and said “Seeya” and I did the happy dance all the way home. Now, he still seems to have the same acceptance of this new stage in his life while I am feeling all out of sorts. He’s my buddy. Oh, sure, we knock heads on a daily basis about usual teen things, but we still enjoy watching movies together, talking about books, discussing the newest game he’s playing, and the occasional card trick. He even looks at my crafty work and makes all the appropriate noises of praise, as well as an even more occasional “That’s cool.” I’ll miss that. A lot.
I expect next weekend I’ll be weeping onto my keyboard for a fair bit of the time, while mentally planning how to make the best use of the newly vacated space.