I woke up Wednesday morning just like any other morning. Except it wasn’t just any other morning. It was the first day of school. I know, all moms deal with the first day of school every single year. But this year is different. This year my son is a Senior. This year I woke him up for his last first day of school. I’m in tears typing this because I can’t imagine a day when I won’t be able to wake him up for school. I don’t want to imagine it.
And my little girl started 7th grade. She made the transition from elementary school to high school (our town only has 2 schools). No longer will she be walked from class room to lunch room in a single file line with a teacher close by. She gets to mingle in the hall with her friends and walk to lunch completely teacher-free.
After the kids left for school and Daniel left for work, it really hit me how things were changing and changing fast. And there was nothing I can do to stop it. I broke down into tears standing at the front door. I pulled myself together long enough to get ready for the world. But later that morning I talked to mom (and we all know how moms can make us even more emotional than we already are). At that point I broke down again and didn’t recover until dinner.
It’s our little family tradition to take the kids out to eat after the first day of school. We talk about their day, find out what they think of their new teachers, see if there might be any issues. Luckily Daniel knew I was having a hard time with it all and he kept the mood light and fun. He made us laugh the entire time. The kids chose a Japanese restaurant so we indulged in some yummy sushi..my favorite! The entire ride home all I could think was it was the last time we’ll ever have that dinner. Yes, we’ll have plenty of family dinners together after Gage graduates but we’ll never have the First Day of School Dinner with all of us together…ever again. It hurts my heart to think about. My kids think I’ve lost my mind because the smallest thing will make me break down into tears. They just stare at me like an alien has taken over. I know all parents go through this and I’m sure it won’t be this bad every day. I’m just hoping I can get over it fast because I can’t continue to spend every day crying. My clients might think I’m having a mental breakdown!
I’ll leave with a couple of photos of my babies. I know this image is horrific (I wasn’t always a talented photographer lol) but it’s my favorite photo of them when they were little. Gage had just learned to whistle and was whistling a tune for Lindsay when she was ready for bed. Again, my heart is breaking. I can’t even look at these without breaking down.
And fast forward 12 years to Wednesday – the First Day of School 2012. Gage’s LAST first day of school.
Lindsay’s first day of 7th Grade
Please excuse the bad cell phone pic but getting them together in a photo isn’t and easy thing to do. They look thrilled to say the least. But they are my heart and I’m looking forward to making the most of every single day with them!