Who Knows?
Tomorrow is the last day of the school year, and I feel empty. Please understand that for the past 23 years, I have wished my classes away with tears or joy, depending on our relationship. Tomorrow, for the first time ever, I have no class.
Tomorrow, I will get no presents. I will have no tear-filled good-byes. Tomorrow, I won’t dance in front of the buses or give the big hand wave good-bye. It will be just a day.
Tomorrow only prepares me for the hollowness of the next day when my first born graduates from high school. He’s been preparing me for the day by gradually releasing from school.
I’m not sure I can ever disengage from either one.
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