So it’s hard to get melodramatic about the first day of school. Not after that. Not after 2008, either, when I spent the summer trying to make up for the summer of 2007, which I spent in chemo and the house spent under construction. Everything is just too normal now.
When the kids left for school an hour ago, I wasn’t even allowed to walk them to the school bus. They’re middle schoolers now. They don’t need me as much anymore. So I stayed in the kitchen, singing “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…” to them. They laughed and shut the garage door on me. And everything in the house stayed quiet and still.
For a moment, I missed my kids, and I missed summer. I missed the posse of boys in my backyard, kicking soccer balls and squirting the hose. I missed watching my Flipcam disappear and come back with funny videos involving bikes and props and costumes. I missed summer.
And then I saw this…
And then I decided that, today of all days, I belong somewhere I feel free.