Transition
A passage of time has come and gone.
September 4 was my last first day of sending kids to school.
I followed him down the street while he was walking towards the bus stop, until he caught me.
I felt a little sheepish, because his eyes told me that he knew why I was there.
He graciously let me walk the rest of the way with him.
And then take my 'last-first'day' picture as he got on the bus.
These moments are cherished in a mother's memory.
Unfortunately, mothers don't usually have the time or space to sit and soak in reflection.
The bus had barely rumbled down the street, when the phone rang reminding me I had a dental appointment. And so, the moment passed.
I wiped my eyes and got in the van.

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