Tom and I got up extra early this morning to prepare a special 1st Day of School breakfast for the boys. Thank goodness we’d prepared for this last night.
The boys both had their school clothes laid out and the backpacks loaded for the day. I had the lunches packed too. Aside from the missing class schedule, they were ready to go.
Tom cooked up sausage for both boys, and eggs for BoBo. Since YaYa professes to hate eggs, I made him some French toast. Two large glasses of OJ and, ta-da, a perfect breakfast.
We were off without much incident. I took the yearly first day of school photo and we were in the car heading to the high school by 7 am. One by one, I dropped them off and wished them a good day.
Now, I sit and wait to find out how their days went. It’s hard to say how much information BoBo will provide, being a teenager and all, but I anticipate YaYa having a thing or two to say about his day.
This is my way of being a spectator/supporter for them. They are not on a race course, but they are on a journey. I am on the sidelines cheering away, offering them some nutrition or hydration, and then waiting at the end of each milestone just in case I am needed for something.
Just as I do better when they are on the sidelines for me, I know that my being there is important even if I am never needed for anything. I wouldn’t want it any other way.