It’s Back-to-School time and with that, social media channels have been flooded with pictures of first days of school. It seems like yesterday my kids were gathered on the porch, not even a hint of the “say cheese” request passed my lips, for smiles were already planted ear to ear , eagerly waiting for the BIG BUS to take them off to Kindergarten. Navigating the steep steps, with backpacks larger than the bodies that carried them; they made their way to a seat and with a simple wave, were off. I get a lump in my throat every time I think of that moment.
Our youngest, just started his high school junior year and long gone are the captures of this special moment.
Now I plead, “Just one picture,” and this is what I was faced with-
I’m no fool-I snapped it anyway!
Hey, I’ll take what I can get!
Last week we moved our oldest into college.
This has been more of an adjustment than I ever anticipated. I’m surprised every time I pass by an open door which has been closed for the last three years, and peer in to see a room which normally would have a wardrobe strewn all over the floor, an unkempt bed, and music blaring, to find a quiet, spotless space.
Moving her into the dorm we had the same excitement of a “First Day”, but it was different and by the end of a really long day, instead of being the one standing at the end of the driveway blowing kisses as the school bus pulled away, the roles completely reversed and it was she who waved to us with a “Buh-Bye,” as we pulled away.
And at that moment, I swallowed that familiar lump, fought back the tears and returned the wave knowing that she was smiling ear to ear, ready to start a new chapter.
“Time flies”, as they say and I am finally acknowledging that yes, yes it does.
Faster than I ever imagined it could.