When I dropped my son Ben off at Beloit College (WI) in mid August, I left with a lot of questions.
Would he adjust well to college? Could he handle his classes? Would he make friends? And would he tell his mom or dad if the answers to any or all of the preceding questions were “no.”
This definitely did not sound like our cynical son, but our daughter, who is in college in Pennsylvania, didn’t retract her story. Meanwhile, back in San Diego, most of the correspondence we got from Ben came via text messages that requested more duct tape (this is a kid who has used duct tape to make serviceable shoes, a working hammock and armor) licorice, cashews and other essentials.
He has surrounded himself with friends. So far he is doing well in his classes. And at least until winter invades Wisconsin, he doesn’t miss San Diego’s “perfect” climate.
I know college will present challenges. He’s already experienced some, but what I’m pleased to see is that he is using his coping skills and he’s doing this without running to mom or dad.
Ben is growing up and yet he was very happy and appreciative to see us this weekend. And that is as big a gift as the bear hugs that he gave his dad and I before we drove off.