First Day – Last Day
“Don’t forget your noodles!” My face was stuffed deep inside my soft feather pillow. I am worthless in the morning, and today, even more so. My last kid, his last “first day” of school before college. He was up at 6:30 am, and he stopped by our room at 7:00 to say good bye for the day. Did I get up? No. But I did deliver a sage piece of mom advice before he started his senior year. What was it, you ask? Yep… Don’t forget your noodles.
Not a Morning Person
My brain never switches on until somewhere around 9:00, so I got out of bed and fired up the ol’ Facebook. Picture after picture of every kid that was ever born on their way out the door to their first day back at school. After about Cute Picture #401, I started thinking maybe I should have gotten out of bed to give my son a hug or something. Another magical moment, gone.
Wise Words for The End of an Era
Every night, after dinner, I pack a lunch for my son from the leftovers, so it is ready for him to pick up in the morning. Even so, he tends to forget. Apparently, muddled morning thoughts run in the family. So for his first day as a high school senior, he had a container of sesame noodles with smoked ham, carrots and home brined olives, along with a baggie of home-made chocolate chip cookies.
Thankfully, my son is a sweet kid that forgives his mom for being such a lump at the break of day. My only redemption is the possibility that he will remember a few magical moments created at the dinner table, or possibly think kindly of me when he opens his lunch bag.
When he came home tonight, I had a nice rare Porterhouse waiting, with a side of salted cinnamon butternut squash, crunchy chimichurri potatoes, and a fresh, warm blueberry pie. And as of this moment, I have already packed his lunch for tomorrow.