First Day of School
It’s his first day of school. This will be just like the day he began kindergarten. Only. Different.
That day, I walked him to class. Said “I love you”, lots of times. We had breakfast together in the cafeteria. I held his hand on the way to class. I had a little chat with his teacher. She told me everything would be ok. I think she meant that I would be ok. Parents. I watched him talk and laugh with his new friends and then I had to leave. One last glance before I walked away. My little man was on his way.
This time will be different.
It’s HIGH SCHOOL!
Tomorrow morning, I’ll do my best James Bond impression. Like a mom. Should I wear a hat? Definitely sunglasses. I’ll do a slow drive by, a block away from the school, at least. We’ll say ‘I love you’ with hand signs. Word. Spoken “I love you's” are still cool from our driveway, within a half mile radius of the school. He’ll walk away, all grown up. My young man is on his way.
I can’t wait for college. Then, me and Superman t-shirts will be cool again. Is it still cool, to say cool? Awesome.
For my Noah.
(The proudest mom. Ever.)
"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable."~ Khalil Gibran