Guilty pang of elation

Yesterday I took my oldest son to register and pay for another semester at the local community college. He had applied to go to University of Houston, but his application didn't get considered because of a snafu in the admissions office. Thus, one more semester at home. On one level, I was sorry for him - he so wanted to go back to Houston to be close to his girlfriend, who attends Rice University. Still, when I dropped him off at San Antonio College, I had this brief moment of elation. I smiled at the realization that we would have our son home for one more semester. In a very selfish way, I admit that I am glad.