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| #1  22-Sep-2004, 00:17 | ||||
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| Children! I`m sitting here, quite ****ed, having just sorted out some "finanshul" matters for my eldest son who is going off to university on sunday. I am a very emotional person and I`m full of tears at the prospect of my eldest leaving the nest and having to fend for himself. I love all of my chil;dren very much indeed and as i sit here I wonder how many other parents are going through, or have been through, the same emmotions that I`m going through at the moment. Ihave read many threads that KB has wriiten and I can really relate as to her feelings regarding children, no matter what age they are , there still our babies.   |
| #2 22-Sep-2004, 08:38 | ||||
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| all the best to your son bob, i`m sure he will be ok....my daughter turned 15 this year and it freaks me out how fast she has grown up, does not seem long ago she was a little toddler, luckily for me, she is a sensible kid, top in her class at most subjects and liked by everyone around her. my only fears are the fact that the world is a very different/dangerous place to what it was when i was a kid, we have to keep tabs on our kids a lot more these days, but thats life, i guess......  |
| #3 22-Sep-2004, 09:13 | |||
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| My girl garduated this summer and is, as we speak, trying to find a flat and a job 120 miles away in Bristol. She had a fantastic time at University and it was a pleasure to see her blossom in confidence from a girl to a young woman. This next stage is just as worrying for us as parents but it is a necessary part of her journey into adulthood. What I'm saying Bob is don't be sad, be elated that your son is on his way to being a man with all the joys and challenges that holds. And remember - your job as his father ain't done yet mate |
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| #9 22-Sep-2004, 14:02 | ||||
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| After a few days of borrowing his Mum's car to ferry his stuff backwards and forwards, I dropped my son off at the bus station this morning as he starts his fourth and final year at Brasenose College, Oxford. Of course, having already been at university for three years he is an old hand, and we've got used to him being away. Last year, as part of his course, he spent the entire year living in France and Portugal as a language assistant at a school in Montpellier and at Lisbon University, so apart from a couple of long weekends courtesy of Ryanair and EasyJet, me and his Mum didn't see him at all. I can still wind back a few years and remember just what it felt like when the pride and euphoria we felt as parents, when he gained a place at a top university from the local comprehensive, gradually gave way to the realisation that our youngest was on his way to start his adult life. There was a big hole left in our lives, made worse by the fact that his sister is 17 months older, and at around the same time that he started university, she moved out to live with the guy she's marrying next year. So there it was, both of our children leaving home together after nurturing and supporting them for the best part of 20 years. Devastating at the time, with lots of tearful hugs between me and Mrs Jools. But life moves on and if you think back to every stage of your child's development, there are huge rewards and compensations, that outweigh the aggravation or the sorrow, and it's a joy to see them growing into fine adults, spreading their wings and making their way in the world. Dropping my son off today was made even more poignant, because he has got a tenancy in university halls for his last year and will stay there all year. Previously, he's had to vacate his room at the end of each term, so came back home every 8 weeks or so. He has also made arrangements for accomodation when he finishes his degree and is moving into a friends house when he leaves university. So today was it, he's leaving home forever Tell you what I won't miss though. In a couple of weeks, just like I have had for the last few years, there will be a big bill dropping through my letterbox for his university fees and accomodation - we pay that, he buys all his food, clothing, beer and books. Our share is about £4,600 plus, of course, the inevitable "loan" (which we never see again) when his money runs out, and other odds and ends which push the yearly bill up to somewhere between £5-6K. Damn! There goes my 749/999 deposit or my 888 dreams for another year. |
| #10 22-Sep-2004, 14:03 | |||
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"Bath Spa" is normally reserved for the railway station only! I trust he won't be sleeping on one of the benches? They don't like that sort round here.It is expensive though, and not reflected in my meagre salary, unfortunately! |
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