When “That 70’s Show” was on television originally, friends told me it was really good and I sometimes thought, “I should watch that!” but it ended up staying in my peripheral vision and then landed in my rear view mirror when it went off the air after eight seasons, seven years ago.
Thanks the miracle of Netflix and our ability to stream television classics, J and I have been watching the show together (in episode order) for the last couple of months. We LOVE it. I really wish I had watched it the first time around because it would have been a really good “water cooler show”, but alas, I am grateful for the “better late than never” we have going on. Plus, it’s fun to share this show with my son.
Yesterday we watched the Season 7 finale, in which Eric prepares to move to Africa. As he said goodbye to his mother (Kitty), my stomach dropped just a little bit, as J is leaving for college this fall and I’m starting to have moments like that.
So THAT happens, and J, who is laying on the other end of our couch from where I’m sitting, screams, “UGH! MY EYES!! THE TEARS!! IT’S SO SAD!” He is indeed a little watery, as was I. I wondered to myself if he was also thinking of what will be happening in just a few months, and then I dismissed that thought. “Of course he isn’t,” I told myself. “It’s just that he loves this show and it really is a sad thing, saying goodbye to the main character.”
A couple of hours later at the dinner table, I said, “Hey, did you tell Dad that we watched a really sad ‘That 70’s Show’ episode?”
J said, “Oh yeah! Dad, it was SO SAD. And I am going to be a MESS this fall when I leave, just sayin.”
Aaaand there went my stomach again.
We reassured him that he was going to be fine–we all will be–and that of course he can come home whenever he wants but college is going to be great.
And then I realized that the essay I’ll be reading at Chicago’s “Listen To Your Mother” show is going to be harder to get through than I anticipated. I’d better amp up my practicing.