Back to School

We packed Michael's doctor's excuses with his lunch in his lunch box with the long handle that he could hang around his neck while walking on his crutches. I then drove him to school, walked him in and made sure that he could make it up the steps without falling. I then stopped in the office to talk to the principal. As I left the school I felt a feeling that I have not experienced in many years. My heart sunk . I was half way home before I realized that this is the very feeling that I have felt as each of my children got on that bus on their first day of school. How odd that this feeling would resurface. How odd that I prayed while driving that my child would be OK . That he would return home safe and sound. Then it occurred to me. I should get used to it because I will be feeling these feelings the rest of my life. This must be what my father is feeling when I leave his house fifteen minutes from my own and he screams out the door " Call me and let me know you get home safe !" I roll my eyes as I say " yes Dad " Thinking Gee I'm thirty eight not six !I guess that my ninety year old Grandma knew what she was talking about when she said " The bigger they get the more you worry " I guess that is the way that it should be . He may be fourteen next week but he will always be my baby !