Today marked the end of the beginning – the end of the first era of parenthood for me. This morning, ALL of my boys got on the bus.
The Long Walk:
C leads the way, O brings up the rear & T (who appears to be all backpack) is in the middle:
And so it begins………….
Right at this moment, shown above, I thought I’d shed a tear. But I didn’t. Instead, I very goofily danced my way back across the street as only a woman who’s been at home for 7 years with three boys 26 months apart could. (I’m rather certainly all present who saw it are scarred for life.)
But halfway back up the hill toward home with DH, I stopped in the middle of the road & looked around me, absorbing the still emptiness of the space. And I started to cry. I got into the house, and once again was shocked into tears by the emptiness of the space, the air, the house. Obviously, the house has been empty before…………but this time it’s for real.
The beginning………has ended. I survivied, & my boys thrived. A pat on the back for me.