Deja Vu.....all over again!

Yesterday, I experienced deja vu, again. I know that deja vu is a feeling that you have been there or done this before. I will explain. :)

In 1997, we moved our oldest daughter, Leah, into the dorm at Lipscomb. Not only was she moving all of her stuff, she was on the third floor of the dorm, with no elevators. Up and down the steps we went for the majority of the day.

When we got her stuff all upstairs, then came the task of organizing and putting it all away. Her new roommate, Iris, arrived with all her stuff and boy, did we have a pile of "valuables".

We quickly found that we were short several extension cords, coax cables for the television, a little tool kit and a bulletin board not only for the wall, but the door as well. The board on the door was there to get messages from friends who came to see you and you were gone.

Finally, we had accomplished everything that parents can do and it was time to go home. It was very hard leaving Leah, by herself, in that tiny, cold dorm room. I confess, there were tears on the way home.

In 1999, we did the same thing with Rebekah, except she and Leah were sharing a room and we moved them both in. Their bedspreads had to match and they needed curtains. We still needed more extension cords and coax cables. I am not sure where the ones we had bought earlier had gone. When we left the two of them there, in the tiny, cold, cold dorm room, there were tears yet again.

Yesterday, I had deja vu again. Julie Anne, the freshmen that I am a mentor to, moved into her dorm room at Lipscomb. We showed up just after the moving boxes, bags, tv, etc. had just made it up the stairs. We didn't get to help. :)

Sitting on her bed and watching her parents try to help her put her new room together was quite interesting. There were no arguments, nothing. Julie Anne handled the whole thing with grace. I was proud of her. I am sure that after we left, everything got moved into a totally different spot. Girls have to nest, you know.

Here's the good part: when we drove off the campus, there were no tears. Not one. We stopped at Sonic to celebrate and thank God that we didn't have anyone living on campus in those tiny, cold, cold dorm rooms.

Then, it hit us. In 14 years, Allie and Maggie will start college. I know that sounds a long way off, but in reality, their moms are still kids, not 30 and 28 years old. I really hope that by the time they get to college that I am still able to climb the stairs with an armload of stuff that belongs to them. I know there will be tears.