I miss the frenzied nights before school started when I was up late labeling markers and folders and packing book bags with new little scissors.
I miss the new lunch boxes and choosing new book bags. I miss that nervous excitement about a new teacher, a new grade, but the same trusted friends that they moved through elementary at ACS with.
I miss school shopping. It was always such a big event. Nini and I would take each one of them individually to buy all the things and to eat at whatever place they chose. Sometimes Columbus, sometimes Strongsville. Such wonderful memories!
This year, the boys and I made a quick dash to Mansfield to buy Wils some Converse. All his other clothes he shopped for with his friends at thrift stores.
He said he had pencils and pens and notebooks. He's not nervous. He's excited to be a senior, but other than that, not really phased.
And I am here, knowing that all the fun and excitement we had for a new school year is passed. We won't ever be in that place again. It's a tough pill to swallow.
Of course I know how blessed we are. We have living, healthy children who have excelled and grown and are ready for what's next.
My heart is what's not ready.
