(this post is dedicated to my girls who have parented a matched set of kids with me since pre-school. you know who you are. thanks for always being there).
We have all been here before. We have all been here before. We have all been here before. We have all been here before. (No, I am not being annoyingly repetitive for no reason, I am quoting David Crosby)
Parental Déjà Vu.
Today marked the unofficial beginning of Danny’s senior year; varsity soccer practice 2-a-days. In seventeen-year-old-ese that means constant running from 8-11:30 and then again from 5-7:30.
Not wanting to be over-dramatic about this, but today, as I wondered through Staples after dropping him at practice, gathering office supplies, bombarded by obscene amounts of back-to-school signage, I realized that this was it.
IT.
Today is the first of the lasts. Last sports season as a parental spectator, last back-to-school season, last school year of having a kid home, last 10 months of an offspring in residence.
Right about now is when I would be sticking my fingers in both ears, babbling to drown out what I have to say next.
I remember all this with my first child. That combination of excitement and fear of losing the life we have known for the past 20 years.
Parental Déjà Vu.
Let the games begin and let me remember to savor ever one of these lasts.
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i could cry but i don't have time 