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Sally Swift
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AUGUST 21, 2008 3:00PM

Swift Tips for First Time College Parents

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"The brain of an 18-year-old college freshman is still far from resembling the brain of someone in their mid-twenties." Craig Bennett

Earlier this summer I wrote about graduation and preparing for an 'empty nest.' Advice on how to gear up for your high school grad's last --and slightly unsettled-- summer at home before college.

I hope things went smoothly. Or anyway, that you had enough bail money.

Now it's time for a few practical tips on getting them ready for college, settled in and on helping them through the first year. Which is the hardest. For all of you.

Moving In, Moving On

Mom puts together the freshman dorm room. That's just the way it is. Shopping for sons is easier, usually online. Daughters require joint shopping forays and many arguments. Mostly pleas for more stuff.

Make a budget and don't deviate far from it or the college-supplied list. Be firm. Then surprise her with one special little thing her first month at school.

At the dorm, you'll see Dads and kids up and down the halls, hauling piles of stuff from the car. Inside the rooms, you'll see sweaty Moms making the beds and putting stuff away.

The kids just expect it. Why not, their rooms at home came fully supplied. All they did was add books, trophies, personal items and piles of detritus over the years. So, the first year away, even if you don't do it all, they need help.

They'll ask your advice on schedules, teams, food service, anything that you did for them during high school. Offer some guidance, but urge them to seek out class, dorm and older student advisors.

Whatever they have to find for themselves they're more likely to remember.

By sophomore year they have a better grasp of how to manage their own lives. They'll begin to look at school, and you, with new eyes. School is an academic challenge and a party venue. You are the money machine and delivery service.

Each new semester they'll need you to ferry their stuff, maybe ask Mom to make the bed. Then it'll be,"Thanks, you can leave now" as they find their friends and make plans for renewed independence.

A Few Practical Tips
Meds

Bring new prescriptions. Then make your kid find Student Health on his own to get them filled.

Passports

If the school's near Canada, Mexico or the Caribbean, make sure their passports are current and stored in a lock box you've provided for valuables and meds. (After they've been ripped off once or twice, they'll use it.)

First Aid

Put together a box of band aids, Neosporin, Pepto, Advil, Tylenol, over-the-counter cold remedies, throat lozenges, a digital thermometer, Kleenex and condoms. Freshmen get scraped, drunk, hung over, laid and hit with endless viruses. They have never taken care of themselves when sick. Insist they get the flu shot the school provides in October.

Various and Sundries
Make sure s/he's got shower shoes, a variety of batteries, a working flashlight, a loud whistle, a couple of light bulbs and a phone card (to call home about the lost cell).

Laundry

If the school offers a laundry service and you can afford it, have your student sign up for it. Even the most fastidious kid will sleep on one set of sheets for an entire semester just to avoid doing laundry. Really.

Expect them to bring piles of laundry home on visits and breaks. Buy lots of Clorox. When you open their bags, you'll gag.

Homey Photos
Girls like to make photo collages for their dorm room walls. I was firmly told it's not a guy thing. That's not to say your son doesn't want--and need--pictures of home. Put together a small album with favorite photos of family, friends, pets, teams, bands, whatever. Believe me, there will be lonely, homesick nights when those pictures will provide great comfort.

The Inevitable

They will lose a winter coat.

Their cell phone will have to be replaced at least once, usually twice. (Our honor student dropped one in the toilet, lost one in the snow.)

You will get a pitiful snuffling, hacking, coughing, sneezing phone call when they get the flu because they forgot to sign up for the flu shot. (They won't forget again sophomore year.)

You will not believe how much books cost.

They will hate dorm food and beg for extra money to buy "something I can eat." Translation: pizza, Chinese food and tacos.

Returning home will never be the same. They'll be out til the wee hours, then sleep all day. (As my friend Dan says, "You send them away boys, they come home bats.") There'll be lots of private phone calls. Comings and goings without wanting to explain.

Within reason, roll with it. Give them some space. They're testing new-found freedom and independence. But there are rules at college, so you can and should enforce house rules too.

Keep Home Base the Same
Do not touch their rooms. Don't move anything out. Don't move anything in. Protect the image of Home as a safe haven. They're not ready yet to give you--or it--up. If you respect that, they'll be more likely to move comfortably out when the time comes.

Plus, you really don't want to know yet what's under the bed and behind the bookcase.

Time Flies

Those four years will zip by in a blink. Graduation will come all too soon. Savor the time while you have it, and them.

Our son graduated and moved out. He's a working professional and grateful for the discipline and self-sufficiency we helped instill. He shows up when he wants a home cooked meal or just to touch base. We call, email and text each other.

He's living his own life and so are we. I still give advice. He still gives hugs. My life as an empty nester is good.

But I'll tell you a secret...

Even though his room is now used for guests and extra storage, I still wander in there every once in a while. I run my hands over the trophies I can't throw away, pick up a book, smile at the parade of team and school pictures. I open his closet to touch the few things still there. I sit on the bed. And remember my child. As a child.

When your turn comes--if it hasn't already--you'll do that too.

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Sally, this is a very handy compendium of advice--thanks very much for sharing it!
Oh, Sally, thank you for this post. I, too, wrote about graduation just a few weeks after you did. My daughter didn't graduate from our local high school as she was in state juvenile detention at the time (a great piece just waiting to be written - if I can bring myself to do it), so when it was time for my son to walk down the aisle at the gym, I was, basically, a wreck.

Your piece actually brought tears to my eyes, because I'm a single mom and although I love my time alone, I know that in two weeks, when he moves into his new apartment, I will be (somewhat) bereft. I won't let him know it (I'm sure he does on some level), because I want him to fly without a dead weight of a mom clinging to his leg!

There are growing piles of "stuff" in the garage awaiting the big transfer. Two weeks and counting. I had forgotten the first aid kit angle - thanks for all your hints!

May I borrow a tissue?
Marsha, damn, what a life you lead, I had no idea! Please, do write about your daughter when you can, you are among friends here (and those who might not be aren't worth the agg ;) ...

Your instincts are right on, don't let him know your distress if you can hold it in, he's scared about going away and wants a solid mom at home. Do get help if you need it. Seriously. Not that we won't all be here for you, but Empty Nest depression is very real, especially with the other shit going on in your life.

Btw, as a single mom, don't forget the condoms in the first aid kit. My husband advised our son to go beyond condoms, just cover his entire body in an industrial strength trash bag....
Sally, I'd have to say you are spot on with the advice. I can't think of a single thing to add, though I'm sure we did some little things differently. And after taking first our son, then our daughter to university dorms, it would have been good to have this post on hand before we sallied forth.

This should be printed in some parenting magazines, at least send it to the local newspapers.
Hey, Sally, I'm curious, was this what your own experience was like when you went to school - is this list stemming from what worked for you as a high school student transitioning to college? And did your mother find it easier to shop for your brothers vs. you? (this part I couldn't relate to, as I would never have allowed my mother to be this involved in the set up of my college live.
Hey Burt (SupHerb), this comes from my experience with my son, 2 nephews and 2 nieces, who all left for college the same year. Plus shared ideas and realities among my son's friends, male and female, a tight group of kids and parents.

Way back when, the five of us--3 sisters and 1 brother--went to college at various times, but my mom's a shrink and was very busy so we were less organized.. but I have to admit those memories are hazier anyway.

The amount of involvement between mothers and kids is clearly individual, I'm just relating what I experienced and observed as a parent just a few years ago. Our son made many of his own choices and purchases, especially after the first month when he'd gotten his bearings and saw what else he needed. From then on, it was all him.

You don't say if you have kids, but even for yourself, outside the 'no mom involvement,' I'm curious back atcha, doesn't any of the rest strike you as true?
I put off reading this because Lofton is only eight and I want to savor as many moments of the next nine or ten years as I can possibly manage without thinking of the day he will begin to leave us. But it's a great piece, Sally. And I agree with Barry; it's a natural for parenting mags or the local lifestyle section. The love and devotion you have for your kids shines through; if I didn't know before I'm sure now you've been a great mom.

If I ever have to go to the desert island, this would be a piece I'd want to take to remind me what it's like to love your almost-grown children.
Lonnie, thank you, what a lovely thing to say! Do treasure your time with Lofton, it's just unbelievable how fast it goes by. I know everyone says that some much it's seen as a cliche, but it's not, it's a TRUTH.

Marsha and Lonnie, if you never read my Empty Nest piece (link is above in my lede), that's the sadest truth. But since I am finally living it reasonably well, I have to believe the Cycle of Life has purpose.
Reading things like this makes me wish I'd had a far more "traditional" college experience. You're a good mom.

But...speaking as one who landed hard on the ground after falling out of a broken nest 6 months before H.S. graduation, I'll also say that in most cases, your freshmen are about as fragile as you allow them to be.

For instance: I'm going to beg to differ on one point.

DO NOT--I repeat--DO NOT allow them to bring home dirty laundry. Period.

They'll figure out how to use a laundromat (or the coin washer/dryers in the dorms) if you make it abundantly clear that they are big, smart, grownups now, and big, smart grownups do their own friggin' laundry. Sure, they'll have to [gasp] actually run down to the basement a few times once per week and schlep the laundry bag with them, or perhaps sit at a laundromat (which is, truth be told, a fabulous time to attend to all that textbook reading that isn't happening any other time of the day]. They'll learn to deal.

Flashing back years, I can honestly say that nothing earned my contempt for "peers" like finding out that they ran home to mommy with bags of dirty undies. Those pathetic souls may as well have been sucking on pacifiers and sleeping with teddy bears.
I have 2 children, ages 16 and 6. I grew up with 8 brothers and sisters, most of whom went to college and I have to say that the issues your raise don't really resemble anything that my family experienced. My room was translated to about 5 different things before I'd been out of it a few months - not because they 'needed the space' either (we had a very large house and each child had his/her own bedroom) - it was more an issue of, "out off sight, I call this space as MINE!" As for laundry etc - we all, always did our own. And I wouldn't have dreamed of letting my mom buy my 'sundries' for me. But, that's just me!
I agree with Verbal Remedy on the laundry point, and on "your freshmen are about as fragile as you allow them to be."

Sally writes:

"Inside the rooms, you'll see sweaty Moms making the beds and putting stuff away."

Um, what? You're 17-18-19, and you don't know how to make your own bed? Then you need less of mommy taking care of everything, not more.
My dad dropped me off with a bear hug. My mother did not come. I made my bed, decorated my room, and found all the services/buildings I needed. I saw a few more involved parents but my situation was not that unique. Has it changed that much?
For those who found this post interesting, helpful, I'm glad it touched and advised. For those who found it annoying, no problem, good for your independence, good for your kids' independence. Really. Your prerogative. Free speech.

Let's remember, please, some of what I said --after all, just one small part about laundry and room organizing the first day of college-- was generalized, and a little tongue in cheek. Nevertheless it seemed to bring out a need in some to proclaim superiority, differences and/or disagreements. I always wonder why these little things touch such a nerve.

Just fyi, my kid's been doing his own laundry since he could reach and safely handle the machines. He does it now in his own apartment. When he first came home from college, it gave me peace and pleasure to "be a mom" again in small, personal ways. That's my right too. Especially because he's so independent. He understood that. Why can't you.

My point isn't about laundry or mom as slave. It's that sometimes we need small, seemingly prosaic acts between mother and child to ease the pain of separation and promote joy in movement toward adulthood. College--or leaving home after high school, whatever the circumstance--is a Right of Passage. For kids and parents. We all need our own ways to cope.

If you simply moved on and out, or your kids did, with no emotion, I think you missed something in not formalizing that "traditional" (as Verbal said) passage. Which I also think is too bad. But that's just me.
I'm sorry, Sally, you're right. I forgot, whatever you write that people disagree with or take offense to, it's just a joke or "tongue in cheek" they didn't get. You've repeated that so many times, I must be dumb for for forgetting. My mistake.
My son's has also been doing his own laundry, paying his own car insurance and car payment and working for spending money because we are mean parents. So, I'm not too worried about him bringing laundry home because if he does, he'll have to do it himself!

But I understand, Sally, about your 'tongue in cheek' comments and that they have a hidden truth. We miss when they were little and deep down somewhere, as you said in your last paragraph we remember our child. As a child. Wistfully.

And then we move on with the business of the here and now.
Wow, Mme. Bitch, you so ache for a fight all the time. It's interesting and annoying. Though I suspect you like that. It's also sad.

I say "tongue in cheek" because that's primarily the way I write. Hoever, have you read my posts Alex's Lemonade or I See Courage or Lighting the Way or The Dark Side? If you do, and can find a way to attack, believe me, there will be no "TIC" defense.
Thank you, Sierra. I suspect is a generational thing. Nice to know we understand each other. And right-o, move on. :)
All I'm saying, Sally, is that i see you having to explain your jokes and defend your "humor" quite often, and perhaps that is some food for thought for you since you have to do that all the time...
P-F - that describes my experience exactly. I still remember how gruff dad's voice was; he was feeling a little emotional but would not let on. Twenty minutes later he was back at the dorm with a package of red licorice and the newest book by Stephen King (Firestarter). He handed them to me without a word and was gone.
Great advice all round Sally!

When I was in college I remember several peers being traumatized that their parents modified or took over their rooms back home. I didn't see what the big deal was. The second summer of my college experience I was only going to be back home for about 4 weeks. So my parents rented out "my room" to the daughter of a family friend. I slept on the basement couch when I was home. I couldn't have cared less. But for some reason I was an outlier on that point.
Another thing, which Turtle reminded me of, the week I left for college, my parents moved from OK to MI so I never had a room to go home to, much less a family with whom to share Thanksgiving.
My son is 18, but he’s going to the local JC before he moves on to a university, so I have a couple of more years before this happens to me!

I remember the first time I came home from college with a load of laundry, I was in the garage loading up the washer, when mom came out and saw me. “You don’t need me anymore!” she wailed. I simply handed her the laundry basket and walked away. She knew I was doing my own laundry at college, I only came home every few months, but made her feel better to do it. It wasn’t about ME, it was about HER, and the fact that she needed those acts of transition.

Given all the stuff you read about “Helicopter Parents” today, I think I might be a victory if all they do is make the bed….
I don't have any tips on the parenting side of going to college, but I'll chip in something on the practical end: Students should apply for scholarships, not just before they're admitted, but every single year. At my public university, we have a slew of small scholarships with occasionally obscure requirements (one scholarship, for example, is for students from an economically depressed county in the state) that are awarded every year to continuing students. These scholarships are never for a lot of money (perhaps $500 to $2000), and there are no guarantees, but it's probably worth the ten minutes it takes to fill out a general application form. (There's just one application form for all of the scholarships.) And yet most students don't do it.
SupHerb (and how dumb can I be, I just 'got' your clever name, duh), my best friend is the oldest of 10, another good pal is #2 among 14, my brother and sister-in-law have 10... and I have one. I know, the rules are very different in big families, just to protect the food on your plate. And always having to protect what's yours. It's good to have your perspective. And btw, Verbal, yours too.

Lauren, your perspective is somewhat like Verbal's it seems. You sure were forced to become your own person fast, and without a net. Maybe that's why you're such a cool mom and so nurturing yourself... sometimes it's role modeling, sometimes just the opposite.

Sandra, your favorite things, right? What a nice touch. Glad you ladies had hugs from Dad, damn that's important.

Madame, your point may be valid, I'll have to look and see. But it seems to me the only person I regularly have to explain myself to ... is you. I sincerely believe I'm writing from the perspective of a generation from which you are rebelling, thus your special need to poke at me. Or, as always, I could be totally wrong.

Turtle, nice that you were okay with the couch. Nicer that you didn't/still don't dump on your friends for needing more time.

Dragonfly, thank you, another perspective heard from... lovely that you understood--as I said in an earlier comment--that some of the things were about your mother, not you. And you got the benefit anyway. :)

Bob, excellent advice. One positive to having an only child is only paying for one college education. I don't know how people carry such burdens, even with financial aid.
Btw, re "Helicopter Parents", my husband says our generation has been so involved in our kids lives that someday they'll be on a shrink's couch saying, "My parents gave me too much quality time."
Madame, your point may be valid, I'll have to look and see. But it seems to me the only person I regularly have to explain myself to ... is you.

I'd check again :)

I sincerely believe I'm writing from the perspective of a generation from which you are rebelling, thus your special need to poke at me. Or, as always, I could be totally wrong.

I dunno, Sally, what about your generation do you think i'm rebelling against? I don't think it's a generational issue - there are many other posters here from your generation that I have no problems understanding or interacting with.

But then, they don't post lists of unsolicited advice, nor do they habitually overshare about their sex lives, or constantly attempt flaunt/self-praise their credentials, accomplishments, good looks, possessions or alleged superior knowledge/intelligence. Nor do they try to weasel out of arrogant or snide remarks by claiming they are "jokes." Nor do they habitually complain when they don't get attention from other OSers.

So, um, yeah, I don't think it's generational.
Whoa!

Must we indulge in personal attacks here?

I can get this kind of interaction at my place of employment - a middle school. I come here in hopes of a higher level of discourse.

Perhaps I need to invest in fireproof clothing to hang out here?

Sheesh.
I'm with sierra on this one.

WTF?

...now back to kicking chickens...
I'm only recently out of middle school, Sierra, so it's to be expected :)
Madame,

Just because you have a witty monicker, doesn't give you the right to abuse your host in her own blog.

Decorum is not just for HGTV.

Explain why you hate Sally, or stop bein' a hater.
OR
Why are you like that?!?!?
Over a post on moving in to college?

Now you just think about that, young Missy!
LOL -- wait, ePriddy, I thought I just explained (see above)... :)
Yes, Madame. I believe you have explained yourself. Your explanation rings true with me...
I just love y'all. All of you. Unconditionally.
Wow!

I had skimmed this before because Sally is on my friends list and I want to keep up with what she's saying. But I just read it again---and there is some real anger expressed here!

I can't fathom what it's about. All I know for sure is that it has NOTHING to do with Sally---because ---and I read this twice so I'm pretty sure---this is about kids ad college. it's practical. It's well written. It CONTRIBUTES.

So if anybody can get angry about this---if anybody chooses to attack THIS. . . then I guess I must be missing something.

Or somebody had a bad day at the office.

Geez---I wrote about Martin Luther King and nobody attacked that!

Guess I must be doing something wrong. . . Roger (real name)
Really Lonnie? Or are you just being nice?

I'm with Roger and Marsha in condemning the unnecessary negativity...it's more than that apparently...the hatred here. I would suggest, LeC/MB, that if what Sally posts makes you so angry, why spend the energy it takes to detail it. I'm not saying you can't or shouldn't have disagreements, but can you say what you don't like or disagree with Sally without the vitriol?
oh, and Lonnie, the correct Southernism is this:

small group: y'all

larger group: all y'all

hth
Actually, barry, I wasn't just being nice. My further comments should probably go in the thread on MB's unconditional love post, or perhaps into a post of my own on meditations of love from a buddhist perspective, since that's where my thoughts and feelings on the matter are rooted.

But for the purposes of this post, and to use what I believe is the completely correct southern expression, I should have said, "I love all a y'all, unconditionally."