We had taken him to the airport in ample time, hugged and cried and done all the things we'd promised we wouldn't do (OK...I did. Himself was a rock!) and still it didn't turn out well. Once again I was forced to accept that there are things in the Universe about which I can do nothing. So I did what I always do in such cases. I sent a "knee-mail" to God. At 5:00AM, when my younger son was getting up alone in a strange city, I was talking to the Boss, turning him over with faith that he would be protected. In less time than it should have taken my baby to get to the airport in Philly, I got a text from him that he had his boarding pass for the 7:30 flight.
I'll learn how to do the long distance college thing eventually. I hate having my "baby" so far away, and it may involve sending him back to school before he actually has to be there. He learned that he can cope in a crisis (even without a toothbrush) and I learned that he can cope in a crisis (even without me) and those were two important lessons. Now where's the sherry? I'm a wreck!