I’ve known that the first day of school was looming for a while now. It’s one of those things just about everyone talks about, the start of another “season” of sorts, whether or not you have kids in school. It’s on the local news (Drive carefully – precious cargo crossing the streets everywhere! Don’t forget to stop for busses – it’s the law!). Coworkers are taking the morning off to personally deliver their first-timers to the classroom. All those annoying commercials for school supplies.
What I didn’t expect was how sad I would feel that day – today. The grief came out of nowhere, a result of the many first day of school photos in my Facebook news feed, followed by Oh, I can’t believe my baby is all grown up! or I can’t believe we have a middle-schooler already! Usually, photos of older children don’t bother me at all. Even baby pics aren’t as much of a trigger anymore.
It’s definitely all the proud mom and dad stuff that has me on the verge of tears today.
The stuff I’m so afraid I’ll never get the chance to feel.
It hurts so much.