I swear, it feels as if it were just yesterday that I wrote this post about his first leaving for college. YESTERDAY. And now, here I am, waxing maudlin all over again.
|If I ask nicely, maybe he'll give me a ride...|
"It's HIS car," Larry said. "He has a license. Do you want him to have training wheels or something?"
Well, yes - something like that. The thought of his being allowed to drive HIS VERY OWN CAR home from the dealership struck me as absurd as Larry and I being allowed, over 21 years ago, to walk out of the hospital with our very own baby, as if we actually knew what we were doing. Crazy, I tell you - just crazy.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and warm my shoulder, which is sending me twinge-y pain messages. It's the left one, the one I seem to have injured during the many years I spent hoisting up hefty toddler legs in order to clean poopy bottoms. I believe the medical term would be "diaper shoulder." But, hey, I'm not complaining. Now that all my children are driving off into the sunset (have I mentioned that Anna bought herself the cutest little used pickup truck ever?), it's all I have left to remind me of the good ol' days.
Well, that, and the other 4 kids who are still at home...