The first day of school for me was bittersweet. The sights and sounds of the first day were very exciting. There were new faces at the bus stop embarking on their first year at the elementary school. There were younger siblings crying because they wanted to go on the bus or were sad their big brother or sister won’t be home all day. There were kids yelling “BUS” when they finally saw it rounding the corner. There was a lot of chatter catching up with all of the neighbors about their summer vacations and who their kids have for teachers. There was also a sadness walking home from the bus that time is flying by and I really want it to slow down.
My youngest is starting 5th grade and is now the oldest boy at the bus stop. It seems like just yesterday that he was the one who was saying good bye to his brothers who were leaving on the bus. It seems like just yesterday that my oldest boy, who is now a junior in high school, was at the bus stop wearing the blue crayon around his neck that would show the teachers where he needed to be when he got off the bus. I will never forget following the bus to school that first day just to make sure he got there safe and sound. I can’t believe I did that! The point is that my kids are growing up much faster than I would like them to.
Last night when I was putting my youngest to bed, I couldn’t stop from tearing up (he didn’t see this) because I am sad that summer is over and he won’t be around all day. I am really going to miss him. I could also have been tearing up knowing that the first day of school is also the beginning of the craziness of a schedule and activities galore. No more lazing around on the beach having a catch. That is until this weekend when we are back to the beach for a family wedding. Yeah, I can’t wait!
The point of my blog is something that I try to remember everyday as well as a common theme of my posts. Every day is a gift, try to enjoy the moment because you may not know when your last moment will be. Time is going to keep going by and there is nothing I can do about that. I can choose (most of the time) what I am going to do and how I am going to act and I hope that when I look back on my life that I chose well.