In a lot of places, at least in the US, school has already started for the fall. Those who haven’t started yet will within the next week or two.
For me, this year is kind of odd. My older offspring started kindergarten in fall 2000. Since then, every year in late August or early September, I’ve seen one or both of my kids off to their first day of school. And I’ve waited at home for them to come back and tell me how that first day went–or not, since when they were teens they didn’t always tell me anything.
But my younger offspring graduated in June and is leaving for college this week. The older one graduated in 2013, and is moving out of my home sometime in September.
I have no one going off to their first day of school, at least not the way it’s been for the past 16 years. No bus stop to walk to or bus stopping in front of my house. No one walking out the door with backpack and books, and coming home to tell me about their first day and all the things on the supply lists their teachers handed out.
I’m not quite sure how to feel about that. It’s a huge change for my offspring, but for me as well.
We’ll see how it goes.