Keep calm (mom) and graduate …
Today is the last day of High School for my son.
The last day I shuffled to his room holding breakfast in one hand and flicking his light on with the other.
The last day I turned off his fan, turned off his alarm clock and called his name.
“Nic … wake up.”
I don’t know what I was expecting. I feel everything like I’m reading either a hilarious or very touching Hallmark card when it comes to my son.
I left him as I normally do – blinking and squinting at the light. Propping himself up on his elbow and less than enthusiastically working the spoon.
Then I make coffee – and peer in to his room from the kitchen to be sure he didn’t lay back down and close his eyes.
Like most parents, I’ve taken a photo of Nic on each ‘First Day of School’ through the years. This morning was bittersweet as I coerced him into some ‘Last Day of School’ photos.
I wanted the half hour that we sit together, watching the news in the living room, to last forever.
The clock wasn’t magically participating in my desire to prolong the moment – time was not slowing. Pffft.
He grabbed his items – I followed him out to the porch. Watched as he unlocked the car, opened the door. I recorded his exit – like the annoying photog I can be.
Then he drove away.
Just like that.
I sat with my coffee thinking back. What else will I never do again?
I’ll never argue with him about calling in sick. I’ll never write another excuse note or permission slip. I’ll never attend another open house – or meet his teachers. (Unless I bump into a college professor, hopefully!)
I’ll never shop for uniform tops again or have to dig for lunch money on Monday mornings. Never again hear his principal on Sundays announcing the upcoming week’s school events. No more school pictures, tripping over his backpack, registering for a new year, nagging him about homework or listening to him share his day …
I tried to find a silver lining – and the only thing I could think of is: I won’t have to set my alarm for 6 am anymore.
Who knows what’s next. Hopefully I’ll have raised enough money for him to go to the UK in July – then … it’s his call.
I remember being SO excited when school was ending – then having a sobering moment of ‘Oh … wait. This is REAL.’
I don’t know if he’s had that thought yet.
But when he does, I’ll be here for him. And I’ll support him in whatever step he wants to take.
Posted on May 17, 2013, in Motherhood, Uncategorized and tagged class of 2013, excuse note, first day of school pictures, graduation, hallmark card, last day of school, lunch money, motherhood, no more school, reflecting back, school photos, son graduating. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
Awe, this broke my heart. Mine are still little but I know the day will come much quicker than I want. I can’t believe that they are already going to be in 1st and 2nd grade. Time truly flies by, don’t it.
It does Christina. I’ve said before, and I’ll say it again, I wish I had all of those times I told him, “In a minute…” back. It’s not too late for you! Lol. Enjoy your little ones and thank you! 🙂
Thank you for that little piece of advice. 🙂
You ever listen to ‘Sugar Mountain’, by Neal Young? It’s from the son’s perspective, wonderful song..maybe on u-tube? The only thing I can say, is that one day it will be 30 years in the future, and he will be older than you are now, hold that thought…vooom, now your back here, now..he’s young, your young, you just got it back this ‘Now’..I do this line of ‘time travel’ a lot, it really helps me appreciate time as it is. I have a photo montage of my Son’s leaving for the Navy..I left it up on the wall until he came home, safe and sound, each pic a snapshot of his last moments until the pic of him getting into the recruiter’s car and gone. We are Mom’s, we are emotional.