You Won't Believe How Fast It Goes Now

I remember everything about that morning. The breakfast, the getting dressed in the tiny navy shorts and uniform polo, tying his shoes, packing his favorite  lunch foods in the Blue’s Clue’s lunchbox.  I remember the sad drive there, and thinking silently in my head, “Is he going to be ok there all day? What if he just wants to come home? His teacher doesn’t know any of his likes and dislikes! What if he cries?”

That was 14 year ago, on my oldest son’s first day of kindergarten.  I was nervous, hesitant, excited,  yet leery.  I was holding his hand, my three year old’s hand, and squeezing my swollen pregnant belly through the classroom door.  I was having that surreal moment that every mom has on their first child’s first day of school. I said with disbelief out loud, “How did this happen so fast?” Another mom overheard me. She too had a son starting kindergarten, but also had older children in school. Together, we watched the  five year old miniature soldiers march into the classroom, and I said it again, “I can’t believe how fast that went. He was just born.”  She shook her head and raised her eyebrows, smiled, then sighed, ready to impart some been there done that wisdom on this first time school mom.

“If you think that was fast, you won’t believe how fast it goes by now.”

I will never forget that moment, or how that simple sentence has lived up to its magnitude tenfold. It’s as if the second they cross the threshold into school, childhood shifts into warp speed. I  have since spoken it myself to other first time school moms. And every fall, on the first day of every school year, I too shake my head now in disbelief,  then sigh and wonder how this happened. How does time metamorphosize itself like that, all at once passing painfully slow and then passing painfully fast? Where was all that time that spanned and then magically transported our children faster and faster into adulthood? How did we spend those school years?

We spent it making pancakes and wiping counters, folding pajamas and cleaning skinned knees. We spent it making Halloween costumes and hiding Easter eggs, watching endless baseball innings, soccer games, and 5 hour rounds of youth golf. We spent it glueing shoebox projects, signing permission slips, and changing soiled bed sheets. We spent it packing sleepover bags, athletic equipment bags, and lunch bags. And we spent it yearning for the school year to just hurry up and end, because we were exhausted and eager for summer break, only to find ourselves three months later, totally exhausted, and yearning for the school year to hurry up and start again. 

Next week my little boy*, who I hesitantly dropped off at kindergarten 12 years ago, will get in his car,  and together with that  three year old (now 14) they will drive off to high school. They will leave at 7 a.m., and return 12 hours later after classes and sports. I like to think of it as warp speed weaning in a sense, because for now they are out of my reach 12 hours day, but in two years, that little boy will be away at college, and then out of my reach for weeks, maybe months at a time. Ouch.

I will help out next week at the elementary school’s annual “Boo-Hoo Breakfast” for kindergarten moms that is held on the first day of school. I will pour  hot coffee and serve blueberry muffins to nervous new school moms, and I will watch them shake their head in disbelief, and mumble to themselves, “How did this happen?”  I will hang back in the shadows, and at one point I will find myself talking to an older mom, whose child just graduated college and started his very first job.  I will lament that my teenagers are driving me crazy, and I cannot imagine my 16 year old, who most mornings can’t find his pants, actually being a college graduate and joining the ranks of society as an adult. She will shake her head and raise her brows, smile, sigh, and say, “If you think high school is going by fast, the college years pass by faster than you can say keg party. Just. You. Wait.”  I am genuinely frightened at how right she may be. 

*As of August 2016, that little boy is now a college freshman. GAH!!


Kristi Wolff said...

I sure wish our school had had a boo-hoo breakfast when mine was little. When I dropped my son off for his first day of 1st grade at the "big" school I barely made it to the door without bawling! The teacher even told me it would be ok and that I just had to get to the front. I cried all the way to work. On Monday my first little guy will be starting his sophomore year of high school. I just can't believe it! They always do tell you that it goes by so fast but until you live it you have no clue! My little one is 3.5 and I am so thankful for the experience with his big brother. Now I have tangible proof of the speed in which they grow and it is a constant reminder to slow down and enjoy. Thanks for putting this in words for so many of us mommas (and thanks for the tissue warning too).

Anonymous said...

We are planning a boo hoo happy hour as my group of friends are all sending our firstborns to college this year!

Julie Workman said...

I like the idea of a boo-hoo breakfast. For other parents! LOL

Our school has a strict "leave 'em at the door' policy for Kindergarten, and it serves VERY well.

I remember hugging #1 4 years ago and shoving him through the door. I did the same thing 2 years ago for #2, and will do it again in 2 weeks for #3. I'm never sad to see them go. I'm excited for them to start a new chapter in life, and come home full of new stories every day. It's as much fun for me to listen to as it is for them to tell.

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Oh my, you are so right everything passes so quickly ! Here I am a grandma of 65 years old and feel like only yesterday I was twenty dreaming about creating a better world !!!