This week is the beginning of the end. The beginning to the end of my crazy month of a million things to do. The beginning to the end of my month of momentous occasions with my children. The beginning to the end of this school year. The beginning to the end of my daughter’s high school days and days living year round at home. And the beginning to the end of my son’s life as a student.
Linda at Teacher Dance has been writing some beautiful poems about saying goodbye to childhood. Some of them touch so close to home and my life right now I have a hard time reading them. But you should. They are poignant and beautiful.
This Saturday my baby turns eighteen. She came home the other day, went to her room and came out in her cap and gown. I blinked and turned away. All I could see was her walking across the stage in her sweet plaid dress and poster board and yarn mortarboard I had made for her kindergarten graduation. It was the beginning to the end.
I finished taking in her prom dress this weekend. She tried it on for her Aunt that was visiting. “Beautiful” was all her Aunt could say. I blinked and turned away. I saw her in her frilly dress up tea party dresses as she offered her guests of stuffed animals and the cat their tea. It was the beginning to the end.
My son came home this weekend and told me his college graduation announcements would be in soon, and he had a house to live in the town for his new job. I blinked and turned away. All I could see was the boy I hugged and said goodbye to in front of his dorm room, as we all wiped away the tears searing our cheeks. It was the beginning to the end.
And so this week I am planning parties, making announcements, gathering addresses, and double checking my lists, because the end is coming, and all I want is the beginning again.