School started.
Today is the first day of school. Everything went off without a hitch this morning. Of course, I’m sitting here with “quiet panic” as the background music in my brain, but that’s only to be expected. I’m practicing not panicking aloud about un-panic-worthy things. I’m doing a pretty good job.
The first day of school is the same thing as being strapped into your seat on the roller coaster of fall. School, end of summer, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s Eve. Another year older. Time flies.
Time goes slow for my kids but fast for me. They stay kids, while I get older and older. But that’s okay. I don’t mind getting older. That’s what’s supposed to happen. I have to remain older than them, you know. Last year, I wasn’t old enough to parent a high-schooler. Next year, I will be.
Next thing you know I’ll be taking out loans so they can go to college, or trade school, or wherever. Then, I’ll be taking a cruise through the Caribbean while my kids work entry-level jobs. Then, I’ll pick out mauve suits for my kids’ weddings. Then, I’ll babysit their bratty kids while they sit around with their spouses and whine about how old they’re getting.
But before all that happens, we have to get through this day, this week, this semester.
Is it wrong that I’m already making Christmas lists in my mind?
