The scent of curry is dissipating, cool water to quench our
thirst, and the click-clacking sound as we type.
The day started with burnt toast and excitement. The toast
set off the alarm and upset everyone within earshot. Followed immediately by
unplugging the battery to stop the high-pitched screech. Then in short order
packing up a hyper kid and a tired toddler – alarm incident tears still wet –
into the car and shuttling them to orientation.
Nice people, smiling faces, giddy kids. At least I wasn’t
the only one juggling multiple kids wanting to run the halls. All I wanted was
to observe, question, and understand more about what it’ll all be like for the kid,
for me, for all of us.
Line up
here, drive there, stay to the left, don't run into anyone. A blur of instructions. Good ones I need to remember. A blur of
rooms with small chairs, numbers and the light scent of cleaner and fabric
softener. At least it’s clean.
I’m chasing the eager one down the hall with the small one
beside me trying to catch up, and I get a feeling in my gut this feeling
will stick with me for the next fifteen to fifty years of my life, catch-up,
don’t lag, the kids are getting farther and farther away, keep up!
Parents have done this for centuries before us, but I find
no comfort in the thought. It’s wonderful and something to help them achieve – this
independence – but right now it hurts to think our children will grow up and
leave. And I hope part of them stays youthful, like a kid, for fun to lighten
their load some days. They should also find their independence, but always know
they can depend on us, and visit frequently.
I’m as excited as the kid and as tired as the toddler, just soaking it all into my brain and splitting it into manageable parts – some to
deal with now, some for later over lattes with my mom, sister-in-law, or maybe a friend. I think it will help.
So, cheers to the billions of parents and kids who have done
this successfully before, to those who are in the same predicament as us, and
to the many to come after. I plan to be hopeful, be helpful, be kind, be
vigilant, be protective, be polite, be forgiving, be happy our children are
growing – and make this a great year.
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| Flower power by K. Gibson |
