Thursday, August 26, 2010
So that the hallway is now a tower of boxes hallway. And the shirts have been washed and steamed. And the last batch of summer cookies is cooling on the racks. And my heart sits somewhere near my chin.
This is the ritual of the season, and when I saw one of my very best friends at a store today and she turned and I looked into her eyes, I knew that she, too, is deep in this season of goodbyes. And when I hear from my friends, from all across the country, I recognize the melancholy in their voices. You hold your breath your entire parenting life, wanting the child to be happy. And then he is, and then he is gone, and you are where he was, older and unable to hold the image still.