I have really enjoyed all the back to school photos on Facebook today and over the past week. There is just something so sweet about that brand new backpack and the new clothes. These little kids will grow so much this year. They will lose teeth and new teeth will grow back in their place. They will acquire new skills thanks to a caring teacher.
And yet, I feel melancholy.
My back to schools are all over. My kids are grown ups. While they are still in school, there's no more "new backpacks." School supplies are just over priced textbooks. They have all their teeth, and hopefully, don't lose any during the year.
There will be no teacher conferences, music programs or field trips this year.
I don't have to struggle trying to come up with creative lunch ideas, or to find ways to keep them motivated to do homework or study.
With Taylor having moved to Columbia, my communication with my children is now limited to short texts and an occasional phone call. Oh, and I do get to have lunch with her weekly.
I know this is what school is for, this is our aim, for our children to live their own lives. I know that I'm lucky to have great kids who are moving up, out and gaining that independence.
But today, I'm missing that back to school thing with my little ones.