Many of my young mom friends are celebrating the first day of school today…going out for
breakfast, or coffee break, or having lunch, enjoying together time sans kiddos. This after waving good-bye to their school age offspring from front porches as the big yellow bus pulls away, or watching protectively until their kids are out of sight — wiping a tear or doing a happy dance, probably both. Some moms drop kids off and wave out car windows while their students, and a bazillion others, flock through school doors into the hallowed halls of learning.
I used to celebrate likewise. Now I’m one of the grandma aged moms at home with my retired husband and the first day of school is just another day for me. However it’s only the second year that school has started without Tom having to be in charge of getting an entire district’s worth of students, kindergarten through twelfth grade, to school, make sure they have a nutritious lunch, and get them safely home again. So, the first day of school, without his involvement, is still delightfully novel to him.
We were up, had a swim, fixed a cup of hot tea and watched the school bus go by from the kitchen window. He smiled contentedly. I offered a silent prayer for youngsters and teachers embarking on their new school year. God bless them all.
Today is a different kind of bittersweet for me and Tom. Yesterday our number three son packed up his car and headed west. Adam had been with us for the summer…a re-grouping time for him, a treat for us. Now he’s off to the next thing in his young adult life. For starters he’ll join our number four son, David, in Colorado and help promote his younger brother’s song writing and singing career. You can catch up on David’s latest by clicking here! While you’re there look at his Facebook page, watch his You Tube videos, listen to some iTunes.
Adam traveled much of the summer spending at least an overnight or two away every week. We didn’t feel imposed upon, so we’re not exactly celebrating having our house back to ourselves. Tom and I will settle back to our empty nest, glad for all of our fledglings, but wishing they hadn’t flown so far to build their own nests — one in California, two in Colorado, and one in the center of our home state of Pennsylvania.
As with every departure we hug, and smile, and wave our kids on their way, praying for safe travels and happy trails. We did that yesterday afternoon. And with that, he’s off.
Godspeed, dear boy, Godspeed.
The Lord bless you, and keep you;
The Lord make His face shine on you,
And be gracious to you;
The Lord lift up His countenance on you,
And give you peace.