Tempus fugit sed vita bonum est *
The annual ceremony surrounding the "first day of school and "back to school" tradition continued again this year.
Our two older granddaughters started grades 6 and 4 respectively. Becky, 11yrs old, started her first day in Middle School. When I went to school grade 7 was Junior High School, but both signified a right of passage where the "little kids" were left behind and the first of many steps of the educational ladder had begun. Paige, 9 years old and going to grade 4, is still young enough to enjoy primary school from the vantage point of seniority!
The "first day" of school, however, belonged to our youngest grandchild, Tyler. Entering school for the first time has to be one of those snapshot memory times when , 20, 40 or 50 years later you can recall the emotion and sense of pride and fear that goes with being tossed into a classroom of contemporaries with not a single familiar face in the mix.! Fortunately, his older sister, Ashlee, is in grade one and will be there to comfort and care for him at lunch time.
The purpose of this story is that I have spent some time recently reflecting on how time has passed so quickly and not only has my "first time at school" become a thing of the past,( ancient past at that) so also, has that of the youngest son of our youngest son! ( bet you went back and reread that thinking I made a mistake!)
Time goes quickly and I, like many others, wish it was not quite so quickly, but in the end all is well.... and I guess that is what it is about. This is my emotional wellness trip for this week, learning to deal with the inevitable.
|After a sunny summer, torrential rain the day school opens!|
* " Time flies, but life is good."