I'd been fighting off the sentiment first heard in a cheese-slice commercial since he was in Junior Kindergarten - "he's growing up and I wish he would stay...", but last Sunday the day arrived and my boy flew the coop. My clever, interesting, gentle, and unique son started university at one of Canada's best institutions. He slogged through four years of high school in one of the sketchiest parts of Toronto now he deserves a touch of ivy and limestone.Good luck to you Noah. Fly. Smile. Say yes.
I can now officially get the bumper sticker that says "My son and my money (and my heart) go to Queen's"
