The eleventh first day

August 18th, 2014

firstday2004-2007

firstday2008-10 firstday2011-13

2014

The boys walked into their fifth, eighth, and tenth grade classrooms this morning, at three different schools. At least, I think those are their grade levels. At check-in this year I tried to register my youngest for fourth grade again. The PTA past-president had to persuade me that my child was, in fact, going into his final year of elementary school. It took a full minute or two for me to believe her. I still can’t quite fathom it. How can the Littlest Who be going off to middle school next year? 

For that matter, how can each of his brothers count off on one hand the mandatory school years remaining? And why I am seeing so many posts this week from friends who are dropping off kids at university campuses? How can that be, when it seems like we’re barely out of college ourselves? 

I feel like a cartoon character paddling backwards at the edge of a waterfall, having just now heard the roar and realized where this lovely stream of days and years was always headed.

5 Responses to “The eleventh first day”

  1. marilee pittman says:

    I feel sad. But I am so glad for all the photos you have taken each year.

  2. Meg says:

    At our elementary school many of the parents walk their kids to the playground and then wait until the bell rings to leave. It is a social time for the parents as well as an opportunity for one last hug. This year I dropped my oldest daughter off at her first year of middle school. There’s no hugging. There’s no chatting. It’s just pull up, she gets out and I yell “I love you!” out the window! It’s been 3 weeks and I’m still in mourning. πŸ™‚ Sometimes school is harder for the parents . . .

  3. Interestingly, I have seen at least eight of your children’s first days through your blog posts. I feel like we’re practically family or at least virtual next door neighbors. πŸ™‚

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