This morning the children in my locality return to school. Between eight thirty and nine the pavement will be filled with older children greeting friends they’ve not seen for two months, as well as an army of parents walking alongside little ones in often large uniforms, skipping or dwaddling along, as they make their way to school for the first time.
This year, for the first time in nineteen years, I have no child going to junior school. In my misery I’ve indulged myself reading many posts written by mothers about to wave their little ones off on their big adventure in life. Two posts in particular struck a chord with me. One called ‘And off he goes’ is written by ‘Office Mum’, as she prepares to send her youngest child to playschool, wondering if he is ready. It’s a beautiful read, which brought memories racing back. The other is called ‘The night before the day’ and is by Where wishes come from who as I write is saying goodbye to her twin girls as they begin ‘big school’. It was written last night and again speaks for all of us who pondered the night before, wondering where the years went. Again it’s a beautiful read well worth checking out.
Today is not an ordinary day in my house either. We are having our own ‘how did that happen?’ moment. Minutes ago I waved our eldest off as she drove away to attend her graduation. How can it be that she is driving? How can it be she is so grown up? What age was she last week? Surely I’ve got the maths wrong? When did she even finish school, no talk of four years college?
As I read the above posts it is she I thought of, remembering all too clearly the wrench she and I felt, as she went to big school; the many days of tears as we struggled to adjust. Then, bang, it is as if we suddenly awoke one day to discover she was not only finished school but college.
Shortly the five of us remaining, will pile into the car and drive off to see her graduate. I can barely find words to write, I am so overwhelmed by how I feel. There are many ups and downs in the life of a parent, each bringing different emotions, but today I feel only one, pride. Huge pride if I am to be honest.
Of course once I have time to collect myself I’ll also be more than a little proud of myself. I mean what wonderful genes I must have because to be fair, where else did she get those good looks, personality and brains from?
Now I’ve taken the time out to write I’d better give some time to ‘what the blazes does a person wear to a graduation when they don’t do dresses?’
Well done my first born, our first graduate. As you can see I’m a little bit proud. xxx