His Great Granddaddy, Grandaddy, Gigi, Daddy, Mama, Uncle, and Aunt all went there.
I can't believe I even uttered the words, "I will never let a child of mine go to Georgia Southern." Because you know when you say never. . .you normally end up eating those words.
I know what all happens in the 'Boro. . . . those are my reservations.
It excites him to be a 4th generation family member to go there.
It excites him to be away from home.
It excites him to know he's going somewhere where he knows people.
It excites him he's friends with his future roommates.
And I've been weepy. He didn't know that until the other day.
Financially, it's not a wise choice for him to go to Georgia Southern next year. We put the numbers on paper and explained that to him. I was at the computer and he sat down on the chair with me. He put his arm around me and said, "Mom, don't be sad. I'm not trying to get away from you and Dad." And then he put forth his reasons to me why he wanted to go. And I developed a heart of understanding.
So I decided, if we do this thing, we need to do it. And we will do things his way, but we will also do things my way. Orientation, us coming down there, us going to GSU football games, and all the such. He smiled and agreed.
So I gathered everything he needed and sent it.
We talked about the day we would move him in. I said something to the effect, "If I don't cry, will you be disappointed?" To which he replied, "Yes."
He knows his Mama is a big 'ole crybaby.
I confessed, "I've already been crying. I'm just really proud of you, and I will miss you."
It was a sweet moment. A moment where I think he finally caught a small glimmer of just how much this Mama of his loves him.
We just need one more thing to get sent and then we'll know if he is accepted. We will then attend orientation, search out clubs he's interested in joining, take a tour of the dorms, and probably go and eat at some of Jon and I's old hang outs.. . .maybe *wink*