A Walk Down Memory Lane

My oldest daughter has been wanting to go to school for years. We would always tell her she would get to go when she was five years old. So last January, as I was tucking her into bed on her fifth birthday, she asked me, “Do I get to go to school tomorrow?”

I was surprised by her question, and it took me a moment to figure out her logic. (I really love how kids think!) Needless to say, she has been a ball of excitement — looking forward to starting school all summer long.

Finally the big day arrived.

Last summer we bought a house on the very same street where I grew up. So Atty is going to the same elementary school that I went to, and here we are walking down the same sidewalks that I walked as a child going to school.

It was certainly a strange experience as my mind, already preoccupied by the intense motherly worries and concerns over my baby starting school, began to be filled with flashes of childhood memories. Like seeing that funny tree with the feathery branches, and remembering how I used to wonder what kind of tree it is and realizing that I still I don’t know. Then recalling the day I had walked around this very corner filled with excitement to tell my first grade class that my new baby brother Aaron had been born that morning. Plus many more memories that are too embarrassingly childlike to tell. Really makes me wonder what my daughter was thinking.