Monday, August 18, 2008
The Last Goodbye
His and my last first day of school. My last call down the stairs to use my most enthusiastic "first day of school" cheerleader voice. Characterized by bleary-eyed grumpiness, an unfinished summer math assignment, and a firm if not a bit testy "I've got it under control. It's not due till 8th hour." Why hurry, I thought. A quick, "Let's go." Why so early? It was 30 minutes before we usually leave. "It's the first day of school," he told me. We rode the 5 minutes to school in silence. He's not a morning person. He exited the car and I reminded him that the math had better be done. He gave me that look and then my high school senior son said, "You'll be here to pick me up, right?" I've been there for the last 12 years of first days of school. I said, "I'll be here."