My Mother's Day was Just Ducky!

Quack, quack! I went up to Eugene, Oregon, home of the University of Oregon, to spend Mother's Day Weekend with my son Henry. The school mascot is a duck, and I was delighted to find actual ducks walking around campus. This fine fellow was right outside of  Henry's dorm.  The weekend was organized by his fraternity, Sigma Chi, and I was looking forward to meeting many of his friends and their mothers, as well as spending time with my boy.  I arrived on Friday, met up with Henry, and took him to the mall to do some shopping. I bought him a football jersey as a belated birthday present.

That's his roommate, Kent, photo-bombing. Kent is also in the same fraternity (as is Kent's cousin), and Kent's mom and Aunt stayed in the same hotel as me, and we spent lots of time with them.  In addition to his jersey, Henry needed new shoes and more socks. He thought someone was stealing socks from his laundry, until I explained to him that disappearing socks are just a fact of life when it comes to laundry. No one's stealing them, I told him, it's just what happens. And I reminded him of the basket in our laundry room at home which contains about 30 single socks (which had admits to never having noticed). We went back to the hotel and had calzones and cookies delivered before calling it a night!
On Saturday, we went to the Eugene Saturday market, where he bought me a nice bracelet for Mother's Day, and then we played in a mother-son miniature golf tournament with other members of his fraternity. Everyone was really nice.
Afterwards, we went for a walk to the football stadium.

You walk down a path, past the field where Henry plays intramural softball and then over a bridge and into the forest.

Before you know it, you emerge from the woods to see Autzen Stadium:

Afterwards, we went out to a lovely dinner with the rest of Henry's pledge class and then off to a couple of parties. The parties were really fun! I drank, I danced, I played drinking games, I chatted with other moms, I drank some more . . . you get the idea. It's been a long time since I've done anything like that, but I was none the worse for wear in the morning!

Henry and I went to the movies (a low brow Seth Rogan comedy called Neighbors, which fit the theme of the weekend perfectly because it was about a fraternity moving into a suburban neighborhood). And then it was time for me to head home.

All-in-all, it was a lovely weekend. Hope yours was too!