Another Day Older

My little boy started kindergarten today. I still remember my first day of kindergarten, though it’s much more foggy in my mind than today.

Last week he and I were in a music video that will be out soon and is by a wonderful singer and song writer. I would share her name, but I’m not sure she would want me to before the video is out. When it is out, I’ll have it here with a link to her website because I have really come to appreciate her music. (Update, see the Turpentine video by Brandi Carlile)

My little boy was a little me in the video. A little girl portrayed the younger version of the artist performing the song. They played together and pretended to be us in flashbacks.

I remember thinking to myself, “When did I stop being the little version of me?” Adults used to tell me that time flies but it never did when we were driving to grandpa’s or waiting on our pizza. Time has a sneaky way of only flying by when you look back at it.

This morning as I kissed him on the cheek and walked backwards from his new classroom where his teacher was getting started and hinting that it’s time for parents to leave I began saying to myself, “He’s just another day older. It’s just one day.”

But one day, as with time, only becomes months and years when you look back on it. This is one day that I will remember when he turns ten….or sixteen. When he pulls in the driveway with his music blaring or when he has his first girlfriend, I’ll remember when I kissed his cheek as I left him to the care of his kindergarten teacher.

As a close mentor once told me, I don’t trust anyone. I’ve come to see that is true. I don’t like other people driving my car, using my laptop or wearing my clothes. And yet I entrusted my most valuable posession to someone I hardly know.

That’s another thing about time. A baby step is just a baby step until you look at it from a later date. Funny…I remember when he took his first baby step.

Ok, have to stop writing now.