DS2,17, is all moved into school. DH and I were able to leave work early and get home to get things going. As always I was questioned halfheartedly as to why we needed to leave an hour early. The doubt disappeared when we became the 5th car in line. There would be nonstop cars for about 8 hours during the move in. DS1and GF,DH and I schlepped things up and down three flights of stairs and unpacked the large items. DS2 took a spin on his new fixed gear bike and was shown the art of locking it up without touching the tires, he is deathly allergic to latex and natural rubber. Hugs were given, pictures were taken and two or three calls were made on the ride back home. He is a good kind person, an amazing son and brother. He is a lover of life and has many friends in the same dorm. We just moved to this area when DS1 went to the same school and while he knew absolutely no one at the time as made many friendships with really neat people. A few times during the process they tried directing him as the student. DS2 just got his Master's at 22 years of age so after a few misdirections by helpful aides I finally said he has his Masters from here, he is not the student. GF thought it funny, she is starting her first year in grad school.
So I am now up from a three hour nap not having slept from work prior to moving in. Naturally I will knit on Foxie as it is for DS2 and will play with yarn for his other sweater. I will wind the yarn for his socks and will place an email to him. My sons have grown into amazing young men. I don't recall giving permission for the process but it happened anyways. I am sure when I realize they are grown up I will have a good cry for myself. But, honestly, it will primarily be a crying of proud tears, a grateful cry that they are safe, and even with their medical problems, they are healthy and usually happy. They are able to take advantage of every opportunity available to them. They laugh often and love much. I don't think there is anything else a parent can ask for.