I just got back from touring colleges with Afton. It was a four-day trip. I missed the kids while I was away, but I had such a good time with Afton. Just me and her. That doesn’t happen often, these one-on-one trips. So it was a special time for us.
But being that I’m well into my 8th month of pregnancy, it wasn’t so easy for me to walk around the campus all day long. In fact, when we got back to our hotel after each campus tour, my hips and pelvic bones were so sore that I literally could not reach down to pull off my shoes. It was even hard for me to get into the bed at night. Afton would take my shoes off for me, among other things. She was very helpful.
And she was always asking, “You doing okay?” as we trekked up and down hills and walked the various campus paths, and I’d smile bravely at her and say, “Yep! I’m doing good!” (even if I wasn’t)
You see, even if I felt like I was going to collapse at any second, I would smile and say I was fine. Because I didn’t want anything to come in the way of her enjoying this experience. I knew this was an exciting time in her life, and I wanted it to be that and only that. I didn’t want her to be worrying about me.
It was the time of year when the parents came with their kids to go on the campus tours and to learn about the university — to charm you, to wine and dine you, in the hopes that you’ll choose their school for your child.
Out of the hundreds of parents that were there, of course I was the only “expecting” mother. All the rest of the mothers I suppose were in their “done” years of having kids. But me? I was the pregnant one.
Pregnant and proud. Proud to have one going into college and one coming out of the womb.
And so proud of my Afton, who has worked very hard in school to get to this point! I just can’t believe we are here already — in just two months she will graduate from high school, and then she will be off to college.
She is ready for this, but am I? I feel more ready to have a newborn in the house than I am to have my child go off to college!