My Last First Day of School…
The first day of school used to be my favorite day of the year, but this year I am enjoying, no, savoring it for very different reasons.
Today is the last first day of school I will ever see as a mother. Shane, my baby, is a Senior this year. Here he is, ready to escort his niece and my granddaughter, Emma, to her first day in First Grade in a new school.
I remember Emma’s mom’s first day. I made her a purple print corduroy skirt, I can still picture the white turtleneck, the saddle shoes, the filled to bursting backpack. It was all I could do not to chase that bus down the road, crying and begging her to come back.
Funnily enough, that’s exactly what I did that very afternoon when the bus stopped and then left without dropping my baby off. Poor little thing was too scared to get off the bus and I was too green a mother to demand they release her from the beast. I stood in shock until it started to move away, then I ran after it – waving, crying and yelling.
The days move so quickly now. You don’t have to remind me to savor the moments anymore—every day is a wonder, every day is another miracle. I am thankful for this day.
“The day I acquired the habit of consciously pronouncing the words “thank you”, I felt I had gained possession of a magic wand capable of transforming everything.” -Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov