I’m still getting the hang of this whole “parenting a college guy” thing. Sometimes I worry that I haven’t taught him all he needs to know to survive so far from me. So imagine my delight when I discover one more way he’s doing just fine.
This week I got a call from my college kid. I’m loving that he still calls me when he’s stumped. I drink up each update on his life—the good or the bad. But I don’t like that when bad stuff happens, I can’t rush in and fix it. On this occasion, he was having a problem with the heat in his dorm room. That’s right. I said heat. In New Mexico. In September. His thermostat was malfunctioning and instead of cooling it off nicely, it was blasting heat on high nonstop. He had been fighting a bug so the personal heat wave was not helping. He’d gone to his resident adviser but was told it might be 48-hours until someone could fix it.