Archive for July 29th, 2009

School starts seven days from today. 

(boo!  hiss!) 

(Etc., etc.) 

While some parents would turn cartwheels over the thought of sending kids back to school, thus absolving them of responsibility for seven (or more) hours of the day, five days per week — I am not one of those parents. 

I am continually shaking my head at the fact that my kid will be in third grade.  THIRD GRADE, y’all.  I was warned that once they start school it goes all too quickly, and by damn, it does. 

The thing I love about summer is the fact that we get to hang out, Spawn and me.  I love being with my kid, having new experiences, having fun.  I am soaking up every single second of this part of Spawn’s childhood, because I know in just a few short years it will be All Over and I will be relegated to the role of Please Just Drop Me Off Two Blocks Away And I’ll Walk, God I’m So Embarrassed I Have Parents. 

(Because I remember what I was like as a preteen and teen.  Not pretty.) 

To be sure, each age and phase that Spawn has gone through has had its’ challenges, but for the most part I can’t say that any particular one of them has been the best.  I’ve loved each year as it’s passed, amazed by the changes the kid has gone through.  Every age has been my favorite, for reasons as varied as the ages and stages themselves.  The baby years and their milestones were fascinating.  Toddlerhood, there were definitely some things I could have done without (okay, LOTS of things), but still there were parts that just blew me away.  And from about age 4 and up, each year has been funny and bittersweet and full-on awesome in terms of seeing what kind of person Spawn is becoming. 

And yet, I can feel the rush of air from a door closing.  Spawn is pushing away, as kids are supposed to do, from my parental grip.  I don’t kid myself thinking that I’ll continue to have the same omniscient influence as I’ve enjoyed these first eight years or so. 

My dad used to always caution me to not wish my life away, and for a kid that’s just useless advice, because the whole object of the game is to reach the next big day — birthday, Christmas, driver’s license, college.  The folly of youth lies in the knitting together the boring parts in order to arrive at the exciting stuff, whatever that might be.  But it’s in the boring stuff, the day by day, that life’s lessons are learned.  What I would not give to be able to go back and spend the day with my grandfather, riding around town in his big ol’ Buick, eating Hershey bars and drinking Cokes from glass bottles.  It’s entirely possible that I might have been the only 16-year-old girl in history who preferred to spend her sixteenth birthday fishing with her dad than at some hotsy-totsy party. 

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found it important to take my dad’s advice.  Because he is wise. 

Spawn’s childhood has been akin to trying to hold water in my cupped palms.  It’s leaked out between my fingers and left me with wet hands.  And it’s been me arriving here, at the cusp of a third grade year and all that it will bring, and just not being ready at all. 


— Mox


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