Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I miss them already

It's graduation season.  Prepare for a ridiculous amount of sentiment on serenity now, because I saw my children at senior graduation from the moment I dropped them at the door to kindergarten that first day.  You can tell me again that it goes all too quickly if you'd like, but you're talking to a girl who knows.

Mom tells me that every season of life is enjoyable.  But last night I heard something that made me question everything she has ever told me.  I had to wonder - in a shocked and conspiratorial sort of whisper - Maybe Mom is LYING.



It happened while I was otherwise ignoring a sitcom on t.v.  I don't even know if it was a graduation episode, although I'm thinking so.  Because I suddenly heard the mother give a tearful, melodramatic speech about children growing up.  It was one of the moments when I remember that behind every show - comedic, dramatic, action - there lies at least one true writer - the kind of person trying to capture the whole wide world with their words.  The mother listed off the things we teach our children - I only remember one, and I'll make up the rest for you here:  We teach them to use a fork, she said.  And to spell their own name and to look both ways before they cross the street.


 

"And then we realize," (and this is the part that made me sit straight up and choke from the truth of it), "All along, we were really just teaching them to leave."


4 comments:

SolShine7 said...

Oh my...you make me want to cry and I don't even have any kids yet.

Felicity said...

This hit me the day Jesse came home with his first little reading book.

I knew then that learning to read was just the first step in a long line of steps toward the day when he doesn't need me at all.

But what wonderful people they are going to be!

Kathy said...

Nope. Not lying.

I admit to crying just a little when your childhood home sold this month. (Charity doesn't read this, right? We promised never to tell her when it was gone.) And I get a bit weepy when I look at your magnificent children and wonder why you aren't still their age. But your dad and I are having the honeymoon season we always planned for - and I wouldn't trade that for another ten years of having you all around our supper table. Five maybe, but not ten. Here's to the next season...

Anonymous said...

OH boy Seren, you've captured here, eloquently I might add, what I've always known to be.....Derek will eventually not need me, at least, not in the childhood way he needs me now. But....I can grow with him, and his way of needing his Mom. Just give me a box of kleenex to get through it.
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Tiff