The Last, Last Day of School (Finally)

On June 10, 1986, I sent my oldest daughter off to her first day of Montessori preschool.  Don’t ask me why I remember this date.  I have trouble remembering our anniversary and always have to do mental math to get to my kids’ birth years.

Now, I have a really cute picture of us on that day, but because I have several decades of pictures in various stages of order (disorder really) on an 8 foot x 4 foot table in the basement, I have been unable to put my hands on it.  I chuckled when a friend posted that she was a 1-1/2 years behind in her scrapbooking.  I’m almost 30 years behind.  Hey, it’s on my bucket list, and I’m working on it.

Let’s just say that I was a lot thinner and a lot less white-headed back then.

Summer 1995 – my babies first day of preschool.

In the Summer of 1995, I sent my babies off to their first day of preschool.

June 2011 – my babies last day of high school.

This past week, my babies attended their very last day of high school.  Our last, last day of school.  Finally.

I never thought I would get to this day.  Back when nursing babies and changing diapers was the center of my life.  In some ways, it seems like yesterday and in some ways it seems like a lifetime.  Well, it has been a lifetime.

A lifetime that has included approximately:

  • 28,280 diaper changes
  • 25 years of kids in school, 15 straight years in high school
  • 120 school conferences, one bus suspension
  • 24 years of piano lessons, 50 piano recitals (Hot Cross Buns how I loathe thee)
  • 188 doctor visits, 2 sets of stitches, 1 broken arm (add 8 surgeries and 1 additional hospitalization on one kid)
  • 380 dentist / orthodontist visits, 5 kids in braces, 1 lost retainer
  • 10,400 loads of laundry
  • 27,375 meals

Give or take a few.

No wonder I’m tired.  And ready for the next chapter in our lives.

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