When did this happen?
Watching my kid walk in to high school this week, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only parent dropping off a kid and remembering that first day of kindergarten, those toddler years, bringing him home from the hospital…you get the idea.
That little guy is now taller than I am and periodically consumes vast amounts of food in one sitting.
Our oldest son graduated from high school a few years ago and is now making his own way in the world, which makes us proud. They’re both pretty good kids.
I think one of the advantageous aspects of living in a small town is knowing that when you’re not watching your kids, you know someone who is.
I was talking with a police officer once after a game or meeting or whatever, then my eldest son and I were walking out the door to head home.
“I’m not going to get away with anything growing up, am I?” he asked.
“Nope kid, you’re not,” I replied.
Knowing you have that backup from police, teachers, school staff and the parents of your kids’ friends is a relief.
If you see me looking a bit wistful this week, looking around for those little blonde boys who used to be underfoot and wondering where they went to, I hope you can bear with me.
It’s the first week of high school, and they are growing up and moving on, not needing mom and dad nearly as much as they used to in the past.
But that’s a good thing, right? It’s just a bit hard for an old mom to take sometimes.
Thank you to the teachers, school staff, and yes, those police officers, who help us raise our kids.
Thanks for reading.
— Melanie Mazur