I took Lboy to see the university’s campus. I wanted to show him where mommy & daddy used to take classes. I also wanted to visit campus since I have decided to not attend school this year (my place has been reserved for next year though.)
IÂ love the start of the new school year, buying school supplies, picking out the first day clothes, buying books, feeling full of hope & promise at what the school year will bring. I will probablyÂ beÂ 90 years old, school will be way in my past, I will be watching myÂ grandchildren start college, & every August I will still be nostalgic about a new school year.
I watch new faces showing up in our college town. I see nervous freshman with their nervous parents wandering around the store picking out pencils, notebooks, bedding,Â using maps to find buildings whileÂ walking around campus. I look atÂ them &Â remember crying when my parents dropped me off my freshman year & telling my dad I still felt 17, “Daddy how can I be here?” And his reply was, “How do you think I feel. I’m 45 and still feel 17. How can I be dropping my kid off at school?”
I want to run up to thoseÂ kids & tell them to have fun, have a blast, don’t get caught up all the seriousness of relationships, of drama, & of all the small things. I want to say “make new friends, see new places, try new things, learn new languages, date different people, do something a little wild, go on great trips, have a fun “college” job, call your parents, call your grandparents, call your brothers & sisters. Enjoy this part of your life, it goes fast. It goes on to good, make that great things, but it does go fast!”
Today I was walking on campus where I have walked a million times. I have walked there as a newbie to campus, I have walked there as a non-newbie, I have walked there as a newlywed, I have walked there pregnant, I have walked there as a new mother–I have walked there at so many different stages of my life. I was walking the sidewalks my grandmother, grandfather, mother, father, walked when they were my age. They were having babies, choosing careers, finding a balance of parenthood & school. And here I am, it’s my turn, & I was pushing a stroller with the cutest face that I couldn’t bear to part with this year. And he looked so big, so happy, & he was giving me kisses.
I knew that it would all be worth it. I knew that he would all be worth it. And I was happy with my decision. But I went by the store & bought a new pencil and notebook, just because it’s August and that’s what you do in August.