By this time next week, JT will be home from college for his first Winter Break. The floor will creak with his steps above and the laundry basket will rapidly fill up. It will be nice to hear his voice and laughter in the house. I plan to be well-stocked with cookies and taco suppers. I started these Thursday posts about JT growing up because I thought they would help me to adjust to my new life as the mama of a college boy. They’ve turned out to be a happy set of memories and that’s been sweet.
2017, the year JT turned 17, was a lesson in letting go. It was also a year of running everywhere to watch JT run. The New Year started with an early morning 5k race.
In August, he joined some friends and his RPS coach for a mud run.
He spent a lot of time with the lovely A and their laughter filled our home.
2017 was filled with the planning to send this boy off to college. He drove himself to school on the first day of his Senior year; the first time in 14 years that I went to the first day of school without him. A lot of the year was that way, an adjustment to his coming departure to college.
In the fall, we visited Springfield College for a second time and I knew then that he would go to school there.
It was the year that demonstrated the power of running in his life. He ran and ran and ran, often finishing in the top tier of racers and nearly always besting his time. It was a pleasure to watch him find such joy in racing, a glimpse into his future as the young man who was once my little boy.
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