I’m starting to notice the things I’ll never do again. For instance, I’ll never again give birth, attend kindergarten orientation, or sign up my child to play T-ball. These things have rolled past me just like that soccer ball rolled past the British goalie. (You might know what I mean. Let’s just say that guy couldn’t hold on.)
I can’t hold on. Some things dissipate just after you’ve decided to inspect them. You’re left grasping air in your fists.
Today I went to Beach Day.
My last first grade Beach Day.
I tried to be sad about it, but I went to my first first grade Beach Day ten years ago. I have mixed feelings or maybe I’m in denial. I am aware, though, that this day was the end of a chapter. Or maybe just the end of a paragraph.
But, let’s not fret.
Here are a few things I have yet to do:
1) Post bail.
2) Attend a high school graduation featuring my kids.
3) Teach my children to drive a car.
4) Drive my kid to college and leave him/her there.
5) Cry over my empty nest.
Here are things I cannot quit doing:
1) Laundry. Countless loads of balled up socks and clothes that collapsed right next to the hamper.
2) Cooking dinner. One of my teens informed me that placing chicken in the Crock-Pot and turning it on is not “technically” cooking. I suggested that perhaps he would like to cook dinner?
3) Staying up too late.
5) Leaving dirty dishes in the sink overnight.