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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

First Day of School




It is the first day of school and his sophomore year in high school.

I cannot believe that my baby is that tall, clever fellow walking out the door and down the street to embrace a new chapter in his life.

He probably cannot believe that his mother is trailing  the behind him. Oh goodness...What if one of his class mates sees this?

Since there is only one other NMHS student on our street, I doubt that's possible. She is usually running behind schedule...

Oops! There she is.

I pretend to be admiring our neighbor's clowder of kittens when she greets me by name and agrees that  they are the sweetest creatures on the face of the earth.

Although I really want to witness my son climbing the steps of the school bus on this monumental morning, I realize that I need to put my efforts into stealth mode. My inner ninja emerges as I casually hang back and take time to remove my mother's newspaper from her paper tube (She lives at the end of my street and conveniently adjacent to the bus stop.) as an apparent act of goodwill.

Not wanting to traipse through the dewy grass to reach her back porch, I instead walk around the yard. This puts me in obvious view of my son's bus mates, all of whom are former students and extremely aware of my relationship to one of their fellow travel passengers. Oh, the shame...

Of course my son pretends I am not there, eyes straight ahead. Or maybe, just maybe, Harry Potter's cloak of invisibility has come to the rescue. 

The bus arrives and I do my best to make myself small. Our young folks have enough to deal with these days. I do NOT want to  contribute to my son's disdain of the older generation. 

As I decided to incorporate my morning's activities into a much needed walk, I realized how easily my feet moved this morning. MS? What MS? This could possibly be a very effective morning routine, as long as I took another route - in the opposite direction of the bus stop route.

And then...the MonSter stole my adrenaline my right foot steered me toward home and not in the direction I really wanted to take.

I had had enough. My world returned to black and white, much like the transition between and Kansas and Oz. 

Even though we both awoke before the day was totally illuminated by the morning sun; even though the walk to the bus stop was not more than a tenth of a mile; even though my baby's youthful years are zooming past at an incredible speed...Even though this walk took longer than two minutes, I felt the weight of the pain of my parent's description of that same walk in their day.

It was all uphill, two miles to and from, in the pouring rain...

You know the story.

But the conditions did NOT worry my son as much as it did me. And today will stretch into eternity until he returns to the nest.

But I made the walk (though I stumbled home) and I will do it again and again.

School has begun. Stay safe.

Lisa

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