I think I may have to spend the rest of my life apologizing. Not for the things that I have done (I probably need eternal life for that!) but for the things that I didn’t do, or even worse, the things that I didn’t realize were so serious.
I never understood the tears of parents on the first day of Kindergarten! Didn’t they realize how much fun their child was going to have?
I couldn’t for the life of me understand the angst when a child moved to first grade! Just think about all the time you will have all day with them in school!
How can you not be thrilled as they begin Middle School? Don’t you know that it will not be long before you can have intelligent conversation?
What do you mean you dread them getting their driver’s license? Now you have someone else to make that run to the grocery store in the middle of the game!
I understand college, with tuition! That one I always got!
And even FOB–Father’s-of-the-Bride! Again expenses!
But going through it!!!
So let me begin! I am sorry! I am sorry that I didn’t call on the first day of kindergarten, Middle School and College. I promise you that I have so much more sympathy for FOB after walking my daughter down the aisle, just wondering if I was going to be able to hold it together.
I am so sorry!
But someone never told me about Graduate School! I left Savannah in Austin, Texas where she is beginning her MSW. And yes I know Austin is a great place and UT is a wonderful school and she will have a great time! I know all that!
But it isn’t about her! It is about me! That is what I said to her yesterday morning, through tear stained eyes, as I held on to her standing in her apartment. She said very simply, “You will be OK.”
Suddenly I was walking across the parking lot at First Baptist, Greenville, taking her into her last year at kindergarten. I reached for her hand to head across the parking lot because that was the rule! She resisted, because after all, she was 6! And I told her, “But next year I won’t have anyone’s hand to hold.”
Savannah reached over and patted my hand and said, “You will be OK, Daddy.
16 years later that is still my prayer and my hope.