Saying goodbye to college boy....

There is nothing that can put a lump in your throat quicker than saying good-bye to your son as he makes his way off to college. This will be the third time, but it never gets easier. Granted, his room is so littered with towels and clothes we could probably outfit an entire country with t shirts. I will miss nagging him to pick up all his orange soda cans, which are now being bagged for redemption and will probably pay for his food plan for the entire first semester.  We have given up waiting for him to come home at night, mostly because we can't stay up that late anymore and expect to function at work. I think even the Rocco knows he's leaving, because he keeps offering up toys with the hopes of some tug of war. One more year after this, and then he may be going off into the world with no intention of coming home.  So even though it's bittersweet, I still have the knowledge that I get to say good bye again next year, and then call in the troops to find his carpet under all that stuff.