The first good bye is always just the dry run.
I have learned this through experience.
It’s eight o’clock. Eight o’clock means that it’s time to go.
Lunch ~ check. Homework ~ check. Violin ~ check. Misc. notes giving permission for whatever it is ~ check. Lip gloss, chewing gum ~ check check.
she’s out the door, Four… Three… Two… One… and…
she’s back! (because the first goodbye, I told you, is just a dry run).
She comes running back in for —
What is it today?:
A red spot on the green khaki skirt!
Quick sprint to the bathroom! Quick!
In one move I’ve got a damp cloth in my hand and in three quick moves, that stain is gone! And, she’s out the doooooooooorâ€¦. Yes!!!
We have lift off!
This daily routine is but one of the very many reasons that, when she finally walks up to the podium to accept her award, I expect, not a mere mention with a sweet little tear, but rather I am demanding –
an entire PARADE!
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