It’s meet the teacher night at Green Elementary school and the school is packed! Parents and students are all milling the halls in search of their classroom and wanting to meet their teacher. Fun times.
Of course I’m not a parent of a student or even a grandparent of a student, well, at least not yet….but I am the proud parent of a teacher. I’m the parent of this handsome teacher. He’s kicking off his second year teaching 6th grade science and math, and he loves it! He gets that from his dad.
I always loved the enthusiasm of the back-to-school season. New year, new goals, new challenges, new teacher. Of course, the novelty always wore off way too soon and it didn’t take long to fall into the daily routine of the school year. But, the days leading up to that first day brought so much excitement and thrill.
We were always at the first day of school for our boys and couldn’t wait to hear the details of their day. It often seemed that we were more excited or nervous than our boys. It’s like this tug-of-war going on in your heart. You let them go. You pull them back. You want them to grow-up. You want them to stay young. You know they are going to leave, so you hold on as tight as possible.
Crazy how fast life happens. You blink a tear and that little guy with the chubby cheeks, dirty hands and confused look is now a man. That boy! Gosh, I remember so well, like it was yesterday. That child who could never seem to get it together. Well, he finally got it together! And now, I find myself in search of the little boy, just longing for one more school year, one more hug! Isn’t that how life is?
Well my son, as long as I am able, I will always be at your first day of school, grinning ear-to-ear in motherly pride.
Here’s to the 22/23 school year. Go get ‘em!!
Love you son