|Kindergarten, first day ~ August 19, 2013|
I am blessed to bear witness to the tiniest moments, like this one from Friday's Meet the Teacher night, and it's become an old, familiar feeling. My heart lurches into the past and the future all at once, leaving a lump in my throat that's gone in an instant. Catching these moments in the palm of my hand takes practice, because it's like catching sand. Fleeting, sparkling, then gone. So when I am able to hold on to the second or two, and grasp the significance of the whole of all of these moments, my memory bank becomes richer, my heart happier.
Today, the sun isn't up yet, but I'm stretching into my white jeans and positivity-inspired, tangerine-colored tee. This was going to be a happy day: Kindergarten. First day. New beginnings. Bright tees and great seats. And I overheard a quiet sunrise conversation on the couch:
"Are you nervous?"I held their hands when we walked the short distance to their new classroom from the car. Let go of their sweet, warm palms when it was time. Said goodbye. Have a wonderful day. I love you. Got into the car. Turned on the ignition, then waited for these hand holding hands of mine to stop shaking.
"Why should I be?"
"Well. What do you think is going to be different about Kindergarten?"
"We're going to meet a lot more friends and there's a different playground. And maybe homework."
Turns out, it was a happy day for all of us. And tonight Lila looked at me, held my face in her hands, and said, "You did good."
To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour ~ William Blake