Time frozen in memory still,
never empty, my heart fill.
A few weeks back a letter arrived in the mail. It was written by my son to himself when he was in fifth grade. It was a class ‘time capsule type’ project. The teacher – who totally rocks, by the way- saved each letter for nine years then distributed them to the appropriate student a few weeks before graduation from High School. Cool idea, eh?
The contents were trivial, of course. What fifth grader really knows what to write to himself/herself at that time for future amusement? After reading the letter, my son laughed, got in the car and went to the grade school to thank the teacher. What a good kid. How many other students did that?
To answer a few obvious questions – yes, my son IS graduating from High School shortly, I foreshadow us failing miserably at his party, and I think I’m going to be a mess.
That’s parenting, I guess; watching them grow, feeling like you’re failing miserably. The being a mess part just comes with the whole experience. Especially for me, I have a tendency to be emotionally unstable from time to time, especially when my children are involved.
About the graduation party … . Yeah, that should be fun. I couldn’t even get sending the announcements right. Note to self when the next child graduates: Inner Envelope – DO NOT ADDRESS actually means something. Licking an envelope that doesn’t have adhesive leaves a nasty, unsightly stain. So if anyone received one of those – I’m sorry, okay?!
I wanted so much more for this post. Attempting to summarize eighteen years leading up to High School graduation is … impossible. If you think about it, why even attempt such a task. Instead, I will close with a popular video that really makes no sense. The lyrics just do not fit the video content. Ironically, it’s that concept that works well for me here.
