Good Morning, Son

No pictures today, guys, b/c no physical image can compare to the mental picture I still have running over and over in my head from this morning.

Today was the first day of Collin's first "real week" at Knoxville Montessori School. The kids are to be walked to the door by the teacher so goodbyes are done outside the school and the kids have less trouble with this. "The kids????"

The mental image: Collin looking over his left shoulder, trying to keep his lunch bag on that tiny little shoulder, holding Mrs. Jurisson's hand with his right. "Bye, Mom!" and there he went. Piece of cake for him.

Loaded back in the car, "I am okay, I am okay..."

And then, Ben Folds had to sing the following:


"Good Morning, Son.
Twenty years from now,
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers,
And I can tell,
You 'bout today,
And how I picked you up and everything changed.

It was pain,
Sunny Days and rain.
I knew you'd feel the same things.

Everybody knows it sucks to grow up.
And everybody does.
So wierd to be back here.
Let me tell you what.
The years go on and we're still fighting it,
We're still fighting it,
You'll try,
And try,
And one day,
You'll fly...
Away from me."

Aneliese and I cried all the way home to Canterbury Drive.