Some days are just like that....

Today I am one proud Mom. I mean that in the most humble of ways. Sometimes we have to grab hold of the good and squeeze as hard as we can. That's what it was like today- all day. When I woke up this morning (actually yesterday morning now) I was still in a restless state of anxiety.

I must give a bit of background here. As many of you know Cameron & Cecia spent the summer in Chicago while Cameron did a internship for British Petroleum. Upon their return he is in his final year at ASU. (WP Carey Business School, Supply Chain Management). Sept. and early October bring companies from all over the globe for recruiting and interviews which has lead to Cam spending the last several weeks doing interviews.

Fast forward to this morning. Cameron flew back from Minnesota Wed night after interviewing with General Mills. Since I am the most patient mother I know, I let them have time to discuss the events of his trip together with no interruption. (Truthfully, I was going to call but time slipped away) When I realized it was too late to call did I call anyway and wake him up? Nope, I was patient. I knew the boy would be tuckered out and needed his rest. So at the first light of day I knew he would be headed out to class so I did what any good Mom would do and called immediately. I woke Cecia up and probably the baby too. She told me Cam had stayed up until 3am to study for a mid-term and was heading out to school in a few. Cam would call on his way to school to catch me up but all went well. Next thing I know (about 15-20 mins later) Cecia is calling to say General Mills just called to extend an offer. Gmills knew he had deadlines on other offers and wanted to make sure he knew right away they wanted him.

Sidebar....When did he become a man? He will soon be a college graduate, he's married and he's a dad. I think I am old. It seems like yesterday I was combing his fabulous hair into his signature "pompadore" and rushing him off to school. He is my first born and with that comes many responsibilities but mostly teaching me "Mom protocol." Things like ....never ever run onto the field...even if the kid on the other team trips you into a head over heels flip and you land on your back with the wind knocked out of you and you can't breath or move....never ever. When you move to Arizona, even though it seems like a good idea, you shouldn't just sign your kids up to be on the swim team without some real swimming lessons. Kids will laugh when you hang on the lane floatys because you can't even float.........stuff like that and so many more.

Cecia put Cameron on the phone. I couldn't even choke out the words I'm so proud of you... so thankful for you.. without bawl-babying up. With the words that the formal offer will be sent and decisions will be made comes the reality that they will be moving far away and taking Jack with them. I'm not sure where in the book it says that's alright. I want to crawl into the fetal position in my closet and cry my eyes out but I'm pretty sure there is "mom protocol" out on that somewhere.

I am thankful. I am happy. I am relieved. I am excited. I am stinking sad. They are blessed.....we are blessed.

Now it's Friday morning and today is my day with Jack. I'm going to hold him tight and squeeze me some goodness to hold onto. Then I am going to whisper "Daddy protocol" to him. After all he is the first born and that responsibility rests on him. I wonder if he'll be teaching me some "grammy protocol" while he's at it? I can hardly wait.

I know you're disappointed but the photo of the pompodore will have to come later. The scanner is not working.