Busy is good.
It keeps my mind on my task, focused on the child in front of me. It keeps my mind focused on her needs or on his needs, on making a lunch or packing a backpack or did you take a sweatshirt?
And busy is bad.
Because I can, for a few minutes, get so caught up in what I'm doing that I don't notice that there's one kid missing.
And then, wham.
Today was the first day of school. I've waxed poetic before about how much I really love the first day. New potential and all that.
Today was no different. I lined people up for their pictures. I made lunches. I packed backpacks. I made sure that sweatshirts were taken.
Driving to the elementary school, somehow...it hit me. How could I only drop off Yael? Shouldn't I be dropping off Sammy?
I drove up to the school and I hope she thought that the tears were the usual mom-loves-the-first-day-and-gets-all-weepy type of tears. I hugged her tightly, so tightly. I kissed her little face and told her to be amazing.
And then I got back into the car. Solly didn't notice that I was crying hard.
He asked for Shut Up And Dance.
I took a deep breath, called it up on my iPod, and drove off, music blaring almost as loud as it would go.
Sometimes that's just what you've got to do.
|love Solly's shirt choice today|
|Solly's first day was one day before, but he got in on the group shot today|
Last year...Class lists
Two years ago...Milestones
Three years ago...Back to School and Trust
Four years ago...Back to School Tradition
Five years ago...For Everything A Season