This weekend W and I hit the road with my parents to cheer on my alma mater, Boston College, as the football team kicked off the season. I’ve gotta be honest, though. There was something totally strange about pushing a stroller around the same places we used to drunkenly stumble at 5am exclaiming, “People are sugaring their Corn Flakes right now!”
True story. That was actually said.
But seriously. This past weekend I was that old person who brought their kid to campus. That old person in the dining hall. That old person in the Mods. And then, of course, there were those moments when I felt totally out of place amidst a sea of cut-off jean shorts and crop tops (BC’s new student uniform, apparently). Had me feeling like my distressed denim was all sorts of mom jean. Lame.
But once I got over all that. I’ve gotta say. There was something absolutely priceless about having my little guy running through the quad, cheering Go BC!, dancing to the band while proudly wearing his new Eagles shirt as those same questionably clad co-eds smiled and cooed, “Awwwww” as he zoomed by them.
I think they call it pride. Yeah, that’s it.
I was proud.
Proud to be there with him and talk about where Mommy went to school. Proud to be back on a campus that helped shape me in so many ways. A campus where I met life-long friends. I was proud to be an alum of BC. And proud thinking that, one day, this precious little guy would be wearing his own Super Fan shirt. (Thankfully I have 15 years to prepare for that milestone. I’m still anxious about dropping him off…alone…at art class next week.)
And with that pride welling in my chest, I wanted to get a picture with the little guy in front of the Boston College sign at the entrance to campus. Well. Want to make a toddler
laugh scream? Tell them your plans. And then take the photo below.
I was still proud. A little sweaty from the 80 degree day and the anxiety that is holding a tantruming toddler. But proud. Here’s to more tailgating in our future…