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The last day of school: A mother’s lament

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30.06.2022

It is the last night, the last night before the last day of elementary school, and we are having a meltdown.

It is a minor one, just a little bit of panic and anxiety rising from a body adjusting to so many changes, but it hits me in the place where I store the building tension of a busy life that requires a moment or two alone.

And so I don’t validate the fear and I don’t recognize the cloud of changes hanging over this child’s head and send him to bed without leading him through.

I hear him angrily climb the ladder of the bunk bed he’s grown out of and flick his lamp on as he defies my order not to read because it’s 10:30 at night, and you need to just GO TO SLEEP.

And I cry. I sit on the couch alone and I cry because this is not how I want to see him step out of boyhood and enter the tunnels of adolescence.

And also, I cry because I so badly want to have one night where his bags are packed and his clothes are ready and we can wake up on the last day of school and smile easily as we say our goodbye ritual one last time.........

© The Times of Israel (Blogs)


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