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.)
I 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 probably be 90 years old, school will be way in my past, I will be watching my 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, using maps to find buildings while walking around campus. I look at them & 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 those 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.