So I’ve been thinking a lot these days about the fact that this is the first year since 1995 that we aren’t engaged in back-to-school activities, fully immersed in readying the troops for a new school year. 22 years of making the mental and physical shifts from vacation-mode to school-mode, from bathing suits and flip flops to new clothes and cool sneakers, summer camps and ghost-in-the-graveyard to academics and extracurriculars.
As I sit here trying to recall as many of the ‘first’ days as I can for each of the kids, I can’t help but acknowledge the number of ‘lasts’ that I (sadly) don’t remember… the last time they napped on my shoulder, the last time they needed help tying their shoes, the last time I cut up their food, the last time we held hands to cross a street… These are the things we can’t possibly know in the moment. It’s not until time passes, maturation does its job, and we recognize, long after, that the kids are capable of x, y and z, independent of us.
The quiet, less obvious transitions in life, those tiny milestones that fly below the radar, the ones that fold into life with very little, if any, pomp and circumstance… the last time I signed a permission slip, the last time I secured a bow in the girls’ hair, the last time we made reindeer food for Santa’s most valuable players…
Maybe it’s a safeguard… Can you imagine knowing and acknowledging all the ‘lasts’?
The more I think about it, the more I like this system… I like that a child’s development – correction – a person’s development happens slowly and almost without notice until the obvious signs of growth appear.
Although most days feel like they’re zooming along at 1000 mph, I love how life reveals its most gorgeous blooms slowly and in the way that they’re meant for each individual.
That’s the glory of it…
Have a beautiful week, my friends!