Jake started school a month ago.
Issa starts 3 year old pre-K on the 18th.
The teens all start school on the 23rd and Kara starts her first year of college.
This did not become real until this weekend when I ran into my kid’s kindergarten teacher at the store. How did I recognize her? It’s been 10 years since I last saw her.
10 years is a long time when you are watching your child learn to read and write.
10 years is a long time when you look at your own face and realize it is not as wrinkle free as it used to be. ~traitor~
10 years is a long time when you are sitting in the stands watching your son tower over his teammates during football.
10 years is not a long time when you are standing in front of a woman that knew your three older children 10 years before. She has the same calming smile, the right words and a memory of you that no one else has.
As I watch my oldest daughter pack her bags for her adventure into life that starts with a dorm room and matching plates, I watch my toddler get excited about her Dora backpack and playing school with her little sister.
I know in 10 years, I’ll be walking down the grocery store isle and share a smile with a mom who is wrestling her kids as they swarm to the folders with kittens on them and squealing out, “Oh Mom.. I NEEEED these markers”. Because I’ll still be telling my teenagers that they don’t need a new backpack.
In 10 years my oldest daughter will be 29 with kids of her own that need pencils, paper and lunchboxes.
In 10 years I am sure I will see that same teacher, picking up an apple remembering a time when they were littering her desk.