I never thought I’d be this way.
I could blame it on lack of sleep, and that would be true.
I could blame it on this seemingly unending heat. True, also.
But digging deeper, I find the real source of my mood.
My darling son. He who is the apple of my eye.
You see, this weekend is the first home game of the 2013 football season for the University of Notre Dame.
And Domer and his pals have been planning for months to attend.
To do all the things — as an alum — that he instructed me I needed to do the very first time I went to a game weekend:
- Watch the Trumpets in the Dome on Friday afternoon.
- Follow the Band across campus on their marchout to the practice field.
- Watch the Friday afternoon full Band practice.
- Take a tour of the stadium on Saturday.
- Wander around campus, enjoying the sights and sounds.
- Watch Notre Dame play in their legendary stadium (and win, we hope!)
- Attend a Dorm Mass after the game.
- Perhaps eat dinner at his favorite dining hall with his buddies.
- Go home on Sunday, exhausted but somehow rejuvenated.
So why is my nose out of joint?
Simple. Domer promised he’d call me on Friday to let me know he and his pals had arrived safely.
That’s all I asked. Just a quick call or a text message to relieve my fears.
Because this was his first “road trip.” And because LOTS of things could go wrong.
And because I come from a l-o-n-g line of worriers. And being a writer (who regularly kills off characters), I have a vivid imagination.
Is he stranded because he ran out of gas in Podunk, U.S.A.?
Did he stop for a bathroom break, have somebody conk him on the head, steal his car, and leave him injured?
Did he get lost picking up his friends and ALL of them have an accident on the freeway?
The only thing that will relieve my fears is hearing from my son.
If you’re in South Bend this weekend and see him, tell him to Phone Home, okay?