I sent my youngest son (18 in nine days) off to school today...his last first day. As he sailed out the front door memories came rushing back. Today all us moms of seniors are a bit teary-eyed and for those of us where this is our last...a lot teary-eyed. Actually, I am smiling amongst the bittersweet memories. The last year of school supplies, signing notes (do I do that after he turns 18??), obligatory meetings, being homework "cop", and "you should really be in bed by eleven so you can get up tomorrow morning". Alas, in the midst of the "where did the years go?" there is the "whew, I am glad this is almost over" :) Good years!
I homeschooled all my children for their first beginning years of elementary school. Although the youngest son went to school earlier than his older siblings. He entered first grade 11 years ago. With excitement, mixed with a bit of nervousness, off he went to join in the adventure he had watched his older brother and sisters embark upon. I'll never forget that day. Along with the myriad of emotions, I received a phone call from my mom. Dad was coming home after months in the hospital, now to begin hospice. They didn't expect him to last many days. Would I come home? And so, with a heartache only a mother knows, I left my youngest in the care of my husband to maneuver his first week of school and headed home to help my mom. Two days later my father passed into eternity. It was a difficult week. Nearing the end of the second week, the family joined me for the funeral, September 14th, my youngest son's 7th birthday.
Yes, this time of year, the beginning of Jamie's school year, always brings back the memories. But they are good ones. My father, a month before he passed on, gave his life over to God and became a believer. His funeral was a celebration! Jamie survived his first year of school, made many friends and decided he would rather play than do school. Eleven years later, he still has many friends and still would rather snowboard, play basketball, wakeboard or just plain play, than "do school". That's okay....he'll graduate with a fairly high grade point average and go on to be a professional snowboarder....Jim and I will retire in style :) Or at the very least be given a house in the mountains.
Moms, dig out those photos! These years go quickly!! Hug those little ones...or rather big ones these days! There's a new season ahead for them...and a new adventure just around the corner for us!
And I will forever be grateful for Joseph Nicephore Niepce (1827, first photographic image) and many others in between all the way up to George Eastman (1889, invented film) who enable me to remember...
I homeschooled all my children for their first beginning years of elementary school. Although the youngest son went to school earlier than his older siblings. He entered first grade 11 years ago. With excitement, mixed with a bit of nervousness, off he went to join in the adventure he had watched his older brother and sisters embark upon. I'll never forget that day. Along with the myriad of emotions, I received a phone call from my mom. Dad was coming home after months in the hospital, now to begin hospice. They didn't expect him to last many days. Would I come home? And so, with a heartache only a mother knows, I left my youngest in the care of my husband to maneuver his first week of school and headed home to help my mom. Two days later my father passed into eternity. It was a difficult week. Nearing the end of the second week, the family joined me for the funeral, September 14th, my youngest son's 7th birthday.
Yes, this time of year, the beginning of Jamie's school year, always brings back the memories. But they are good ones. My father, a month before he passed on, gave his life over to God and became a believer. His funeral was a celebration! Jamie survived his first year of school, made many friends and decided he would rather play than do school. Eleven years later, he still has many friends and still would rather snowboard, play basketball, wakeboard or just plain play, than "do school". That's okay....he'll graduate with a fairly high grade point average and go on to be a professional snowboarder....Jim and I will retire in style :) Or at the very least be given a house in the mountains.
Moms, dig out those photos! These years go quickly!! Hug those little ones...or rather big ones these days! There's a new season ahead for them...and a new adventure just around the corner for us!
And I will forever be grateful for Joseph Nicephore Niepce (1827, first photographic image) and many others in between all the way up to George Eastman (1889, invented film) who enable me to remember...
First day September 4, 2001
To the present...
September 5, 2012
You gotta love this guy!!
September 5, 2012
You gotta love this guy!!
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