I wrote this two years ago when my youngest child went to college. But since he just left for his junior year, and it’s the first day of school near my home, the theme is current.
On the first day of school, student laughter drifts across the street like melody to my ears.
And along with their glee, three grown children unknowingly pluck my heart strings from afar.
How long does it last…this forlorn desire to rewind time?
Or must I remain tethered to the memory of my children the way they were?
My mind’s eye sees them standing on our front porch. They’re dressed in new outfits, their backpacks filled with freshly-sharpened pencils, colored markers, and wide-ruled paper.
I fumble with my camera while they moan, “Hurry up, Mom! We don’t want to be late!”
Within two weeks, I’ll shoo them out the door, “Hurry up, you’ll be late!”
They rush down the driveway with my voice vibrating like a helicopter…helicopter mom…
ü “Do you have your homework?”
ü “Did you remember your lunch?”
ü “Don’t forget to hand in your…
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