The Last First Day
When this picture was taken, we had been in Charlotte for two years and our little boy, Hogan, had just graduated Kindergarten.
I remember thinking, “We have all the time in the world.”
Here is that same “little boy” this morning
Like so many parents today (and frankly, every year), we just experienced our last, “first day of school.” My feelings about time…well, they’ve changed.
When they look like this, hours after birth, weighing 2 lbs 4 oz in a NICU and people tell you, “Don’t blink,” you think they are crazy. I mean, 18 years is a LONG TIME, right? And this little thing is gonna be in my arms forever. LOOK! Just look how much he needs me!
Wrong!
I’m gonna try to put on a brave face today and try to be more like Debbie (proud and not outwardly emotional), but just know that inside, I’m starting to die…slowly.
In less than a year, our son…my hero and best friend…will be leaving for college and the next great phase and adventure in his life. And that’s the way it should be.
This year will be filled with milestones and many “lasts” for us.
I’m just not ready.
And this morning was tough.
