And This Is Why They Call It Cemetery
by Wendy on September 5, 2009
in Life as we know it, Seminary
Aaron is a seminary student now.
He had orientation last week, and I joined in on the all-seminary retreat last Friday.
Classes started Monday.
Aaaaaaaand we bailed out of the church camping trip we were going to go on because he has so much to do–reading, a quiz test on a billion maps and more on Tuesday, leading a group Wednesday. The amount of work on his syllabi pretty much scared the pants off him for the first few days, but he does like most of his professors and classes, so hopefully it won’t all be as bad as the nervous anticipation. Still, it can be overwhelming at times.
Meanwhile I have been struggling to focus on making more work hours in the week rather than freaking out over how much more income needs to start coming in. (Student loans, please hurry…) I’ve also handled AJ mostly by myself most of the week, and I am not one of those mom who can do all toddler all the time; I start to turn into Frankenmom. I admit I have not handled this stress that well at times (like yesterday, for example).
Thankfully, we are surrounded by other students who are either feeling the same way or have already survived a year or two and can assure us that yes, first year is hard–for everyone–so we’re not crazy, but it gets easier.
And–oh joy!–we had an Oregonian in our living room! Our Smallport youth group student Chatterbox arrived Wednesday evening to start at Kuyper College. This brave one traveled across the country by herself; we picked her up at the airport and she stayed with us until she could get into the dorm on Friday. We even got to watch a Lions (preseason) game with her, just like old times. And the simple pleasure of talking about mundane things like finding things in the grocery store and knowing what she means by the peanut butter and jelly wall at Ray’s was like having a tiny piece of our West Coast home here in our West Michigan home. It will be nice for us to have each other relatively nearby. It’s funny that I’ve now experienced dropping a kid off at college, but we are happy to call her our kid as long as they don’t send any bills.