Seemed weird this morning as I hugged our boy goodbye. His first day of high school means that in four years we will be done with school preparation for.ev.er. In a way, that makes me happy; no more forgetting the lunch check, no more forgetting to buy school supplies (yes, I did that this year, good thing I keep so much on hand), no more fussing about homework, or grades, or what time to be home on a school night.
But then I think of what it also might be like in four years: no more knowing where he is every day, every minute, and whether he is doing the right thing or not. No more summers off, Winter break and Spring break vacations. No more little boy.
Good thing I have four years to get ready.
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Sniff. Taylor said this morning, "Mom, next Tuesday will be my last first day of school." Lots of lasts this year for him and me.
Joshua is now in middle school. I cried when I got home from dropping him off.
Hard to believe that Eli is in high school. sigh
I cried more writing this blogpost than I did when I dropped him off at Kindergarten.
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