crossing that bridge

School starts in the morning. She’s a senior now. She’ll drive herself, in her big jeep with the “coexist” sticker (or the rolling oxymoron as I refer to it). She’ll turn 18 this year, choose a college, vote in her first election. She’s so ready. And we are, too.

But still….I was at Target today and wandered to the back to school section, just to pick up a few things. She’s already done her shopping, but I just had to have something for her. I stayed a little too long, and even picked up a Toy Story lunch box. And I did linger over the Paul Frank notebooks and Hello Kitty pencil cases. Instead, I bought her Chai Tea, a calendar, some pencils, gum. And then I ran into her kindergarten teacher, and was relieved I had put the lunch box back.

Just now, I am remembering her first one…Winnie the Pooh. 

That was a long time ago. I think she had a booster seat. I was certain she’d be in that booster seat until high school. 

Guess I got that one wrong. But I knew she’d do great in school, and in life, and I got that one right.

P.S. If I am really telling the truth, I carried the Green Lantern (her favorite superhero) book cover to the front of the store before I put it down. She loved her bag last night, and did swoon over the memory of her 3D Winnie the Pooh lunch box. But I think passing on the Toy Story version was wise.

About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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1 Response to crossing that bridge

  1. Lisa says:

    Oh, you’re in for one emotional roller coaster of a year! Just remember, when the eyes start to well up, I’ll be here for ya.

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