Embrace the little moments of your children being home this holiday week. Don't fret at the 100 pounds of laundry they lugged home because they didn't do it all semester. (Now I know why my daughter kept saying she had nothing to wear.)
While I trust you will be absolutely fine in your college dorm room these next few days with Hurricane Sandy heading toward shore, I cannot help but worry. You may be 22 years old, but my instinct to protect you and your sister will remain undiminished throughout my life.
As parents, we can stop worrying about the transition to college and plan the visit. If you live close enough to your college age child and do not want to wait until Thanksgiving to see them, well, it's time for a little journey.
Friends told me how great it was when their kids had left home and how much they actually enjoyed their empty nests. They assured me that I would feel enormous pride watching them become independent adults. I'm not there yet, but I've started a list to find that silver lining.
I stared at the mess cargo while standing in my driveway before we left home, and it hit me how that tightly packed, carefully chosen, absolute catastrophe in the back of my SUV and his compact car somewhat resembled my work-in-progress.
We get so caught up with our own lives -- the grades, the personal battles -- that we we oftentimes neglect our day-to-day gestures, forgetting to hold the door for a stranger or to ask a professor about his day. Is this really the culture we represent?
Every time I get into my car, I have to move the seat forward again. We are constantly running out of milk. There is noise in the house in the middle of the night. And there are dirty dishes in every room. My college kids are home.
As I dropped my son at GW last week, I realized he was going to be three thousand miles away from his polling place and had no idea how to register to vote absentee and neither did any of his roommates.