So this is our last week living as a proper family unit I suppose (although let’s face it, with Mr English’s weird job, we’re only ever a family unit two weeks out of four). Sam’s off to university next week and we’ll miss him loads. This became apparent as we watched the NFL tonight and sniggered, en famille, when the commentator said ‘bush’, and then a bit more when he said something about ‘coming in from behind’.
I was determined not to do a ‘Dear Son…’ type post, pouring my heart out about how wonderful he is and how he’s not my little baby boy any more, because, well, it’s a bit boring and predictable. I know I’ll cry – I found myself welling up while discussing whether or not we needed to buy him a slotted spoon while uni shopping in IKEA last week, but I’ll try and keep it together.
We’re also very lucky as, unlike some, he’s close enough to come home the odd weekend so he can continue to do his casual job as a lifeguard at the local leisure centre . I suppose in time he’ll get a job nearer uni, but at the moment our parting is a temporary one, which has made everything easier.
Still, I’ll be sad not to see him every day, and his little brother will feel like he’s lost a limb. We’ll miss the singing, the silly voices, the ridiculous laughs and the big bear hugs, and oh, the sniggering. The morning moods and the hideous feet? Not so much. BUT I’m delighted for him. I know he’s ready to spread his wings and get out into the world. I’d never want to be the mum that was overbearing and over-protective (although I won’t miss the worrying about him driving late at night). I want him to grasp every opportunity, embrace his new freedom and enjoy every new experience. I do slightly worry about his ability to get up, AND his ability to negotiate the London transport system. But hey, I hope, no, I KNOW, that we’ve brought him up well enough to cope on his own, be sociable, keep safe, even cope with the odd disaster, should one occur, plus he can cook which is a bonus. And blimey, what an exciting time – a uni in London, he’s SO lucky.
And we’ll always be here: his cheerleaders, cheering him on and supporting him, his backup team with the full fridge and the spare cash and the free wifi. And the hugs.
God, and I’ll have to look after his bloody cat, too. That’s a downside… He’s the only one she likes.
Good luck, Sam. Go get ’em, buddy. Spread those wings, grab every opportunity and enjoy every minute. We’ll be right here if you need us. xx