Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Somehow the arrival of that first school bus on the day after Labor Day heralds the end of summer. Within the space of three hours, I have put all three kids on three separate school buses. The experience is always bittersweet for me. I’m thrilled that the kids are finally going back to school after what seemed like an eternal summer holiday. But at the same time I almost am sad to see them go. They seem so small standing in the bus line and climbing the steps onto that big yellow school bus. But at the same time, so independent and confident.
For me, I feel much older as I mark the start of another year back to school. That passing of a year never really hits me until today. Perhaps it is seeing the excitement in their faces at the prospect of starting off in a new grade, meeting new friends, and catching up with old ones. Maybe it is because I so vividly remember my first day of 7th grade. It doesn’t seem that long ago but it was back in 1980!