Tomorrow, school starts. Banana Girl will be a senior, so the year will be filled with “lasts.” But whereas I could console myself when The Princess was a senior going through her lasts, because I’d still get one more shot, now, I don’t. It’s the last of the “lasts.”
I found Banana Girl’s first, first day of school pic, and I’ll post it tomorrow along with her last, first day of school pic. And while I might be able to recreate the less-than-smiley look (I mean, she is a teenager, after all), I can’t recreate her tiny size, or her ability to fit inside her school bag.
She already purchased her school supplies—without me. Loving her new independence now that she can drive, she decided to go to Staples to buy what she assumed she’d need, beating the crowds and ensuring a good selection. Great idea, in theory. Except I didn’t get to walk through the store with her, embarrassing her with my glee that she was going back to school. That’s probably why she did it, come to think of it.
I’ve been congratulating her along the way for things she completes, such as, “Yay, your last band camp is over!” She smiles and nods and I suspect it’s going to get old for her soon. But I need to have some enjoyment. Plus, acknowledging the “last” brings a little more attention to it, and perhaps provides a little more appreciation for it.
Pretty soon we’ll move onto new firsts—first college application sent, first response, etc.
But for now, I’m treasuring the lasts.
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