Drop Off

I did not take this picture; and in any case it did not look this romantic when we dropped F off in the dark, cold night. 

He was apprehensive, but ok. At first we were hesitant to help him with his very heavy suitcase up four flights, until I thought about what CAB would think of bowing to the opinions of pimply faced SAT acers. As I always tell F: it is they who should be worried about looking cool in front of me. 

I'm the cool one. 

So we did,  and he even let me change his bed and then he hugged us and went off in search of friends. 

I see why not everyone wants to do this though- it can't be as easy as sleeping in your own bed with parents and El Salvadoreans and dogs to nurture you. Also it is f ing freezing. 

As we were leaving I saw a post it note on his door. It said "eat healthy and get lots of sleep". I asked him about this, and he answered: I tried to think what you would have told me mommy" .

This literally killed me. 

You mother someone because you hope that someday, somehow, they will get the hang of it- and learn to mother themselves. 

Anyway, it's a little step, a little lurch towards something good.

Can't wait to see the rain!! 

Xxx