Here's Johnny on his first morning of high school. He's eating an eggy sandwich (a Hopkins staple - scrambled eggs with cheese between buttered toast). He should not be eating in front of the TV... Seriously does he look like a Freshman?I drove Johnny to Concord High on Tuesday. I realized I was anxious for him because the other boys (except Jim - the oldest who I didn't worry much about because I had 4 other kids to occupy my time) had a brother at school to watch out for them. Johnny was going in alone. As I stopped to let him out I said my usual, "Have a great day!" Johnny asked, "Do I have to?" I wanted to say, "No you don't have to, let's go home and I'll make some cookies and we can watch movies and read books and you"ll never have to leave..." But I didn't - I just smiled as he opened the car door and started his high school career.
I wanted to park the car and follow him, peering into the window of his class like a wide eyed kindergarten mom to make sure he would be OK, but I didn't. I found myself weeping as I drove away - worried about Johnny and sad that my mom duties, as I've known them for the last 29 years, are swiftly coming to a close.
The first day went well and before I blink we'll be at his graduation. I'm going to soak in the moments until then.