Another First Day of School

My baby started high school last week. I handled the first day much better than I did when she started kindergarten and middle school.

It’s crazy how fast it all happens, isn’t it? I remember when her life began; I had just started a new job and my husband and I were planning to try “in six months or so.”

And then I was pregnant.

I knew by my son’s second birthday, yet remained in denial until ten days later, when I finally gave in and took a pregnancy test on Halloween, of all days.

Yeah, yeah, it ended up being a treat, not a trick.

I know exactly how old my kitchen is because when I was six months pregnant with my daughter, we gutted it and put in a new one. I gained a bunch of weight because we were forced to eat out for a month. This weight gain was despite my crawling around on my hands and knees day after day, laying tile, my belly almost brushing against the cool squares of ceramic as I slowly made my way to the next one. Every time my husband would ask if I wanted a break, I’d say, “Once I get up, I’m not getting down here again, so let’s just get it over with.”

Crap, our kitchen is getting old!

The first few years of my daughter’s life were, unfortunately, a blur, because I made the mistake of working in an industry that is not family-friendly. And then when she was almost four, the recession hit and I was laid off from my day job. I went from barely getting home in time to kiss her goodnight to spending every waking hour with her.

It was fantastic.

Days before her fifth birthday, I went back to work, and for a couple more years did it again; put in way too many hours. But then it evened out; I gradually learned how to (mostly) balance work and home. Don’t forget, in between all that, I had discovered a passion for writing that was most definitely not going anywhere any time soon.

Despite my “work ethic,” I have managed to be there for every first day and every last day of school. From the tears on the first day of kindergarten to the proud grins on the last. More tears and lots of trepidation on the first day of middle school, to the thrill of realizing how far she’d come on the last.

And now we’ve started her high school journey. I insisted she let me take that obligatory first day of school picture; she insisted on not smiling until the 756th shot. She asked me to drop her off earlier than I used to in middle school because she doesn’t want to feel rushed in the mornings anymore (last year she insisted it was okay to get there two minutes before the bell rang).

For many years, she wanted to be a vet, a not surprising result of a deep love of all animals. Last year that morphed into, “I want to do something in biology.” That’s still her plan. A few weeks ago, we drove past a local university, and as I used to work there, I was able to give her info about it, and it was pretty crazy to see her process and actually start thinking about what the heck she planned to do after high school.

They really do grow up too fast.

No Jerks on Monday

Tami Lund is a romance author who is currently feeling nostalgic about how fast the last fourteen years of her life have flown by. Here’s her website, in case you want to see what sort of books she writes:


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