tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81050720622979174652011-04-21T14:15:58.902-07:00Julie Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09498175471810622115noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105072062297917465.post-58372115349208699682009-01-28T07:34:00.000-08:002009-01-28T07:42:05.853-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"> I am transitioning into 'distant parenting' mode. My first born is away at college for the first time. 500 miles away! Not really the "drop in for dinner Thursday" kind of away. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Driving Jack to college in August was exciting, scary and fun. We had a caravan of four vehicles and six people. Driving home without Jack was not exciting or fun, but it was scary. I was fine until the CD we were listening to played 'Godspeed Little Man'. Talk about a speedy transition, from dry eye to flood scene. We used to call Jack Little Man when he was, well, a little man.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">It's now second semester, Jack has been home for visits and we have visited him. I only cry when he leaves the driveway! Oh yeah, and when I hear that song.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But, I have learned to text message, new transition/technology, so I am finding it fun to chat with my son a little bit each day.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105072062297917465-5837211534920869968?l=amomisalwaysintransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julie Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09498175471810622115noreply@blogger.com0