My son leaves for college in three days… THREE DAYS, oh my. Where did the summer go? It’s even starting to feel like fall with the weird dips in temperature these last few days. Where are the three H’s? Where’s the heat? The haziness? The humidity? Okay, I don’t miss the humidity… never mind that last question. And I suppose I could do without the haziness. But I do want more heat… please? Just for a little while longer?
I think I have been in denial about sending our first born off to college. I try not to think too much about it. Although I seem to be forced to deal with this reality with college shopping. Bedding, mini fridge, microwave… check! Clothes, towels, toiletries… check! Then there is the added stress of his torn ACL post-surgery recovery. He needs physical therapy twice a week and his school doesn’t offer it. The closest physical therapy clinic is a mile from the campus. So now he has to add that on top of his course load and soccer season (of which he will be a part, but won’t be playing). Plus, he will need to exercise five days a week just to get his knee back to normal. And did I mention that he has poison ivy? On his face?
Do I sound worried? Let’s try not to think about it.
Let’s move on to something positive that has finally been completed after twelve years of weekly meetings, camp-outs, community service, twenty one merit badges, and the challenge of building a bridge…
My son had his Board of Review interview last night and he passed!
He is now officially an Eagle Scout!
We are going to celebrate by taking him to Appleby’s for dinner. I would pick a different venue, but it’s his night and that’s what he wants.
About those merit badges… I HATE them. Maybe hate is not a strong enough word… I LOATHE them. My thumb is still BRUISED from trying to sew those @#$% badges onto the sash. C’mon Scouts, can’t you come up with iron-on patches? Velcro? Or at least patches that don’t have a plastic backing that is nearly impossible to get a needle through? I don’t own a sewing machine and have gotten along just fine without it until Boy Scouts came along. Everything comes with a patch! I’ve had to sew patches on his shirt, only to be removed and sewn onto his new shirt once he’d outgrown the old shirt. I did learn that lesson the first time and he wasn’t too happy about wearing a shirt four sizes too big for a year or two, but I was not going to remove and sew those stinkin’ patches one more time.
Sorry, I’m a little bitter about the badges. I did mention to Mr. Eagle Scout that maybe he should be sewing his own badges, to which he replied, “I didn’t get a sewing merit badge.”
Three more days.
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