Lisa M. Frame

Peanut

First day of school blues

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School starts tomorrow and I’ll be feeling lost. It’s been this way every single August since The Kid started school. After spending days with him, laughing, joking, adventuring, etc., I’ll be home alone. Just me, my thoughts, and work.

The quiet creeps in and it’s palpable. A type of loneliness hard to describe to others who’ve not been in your shoes. This year, it’s worse. He’s starting high school. I only have a few more summers with my partner in shenanigans. Quite frankly, I’m a mess.

As parents, our job is to raise this young people to go out into the world. It sucks. Sure, there are times, like when he’s experiencing the male form of PMS I’m ready for him to do his thing. But when you’re contemplating going back to the corporate world and he says “Mom, not yet. I’m not ready for you to go. Just a couple of more summers with me.” Well, you stay. And I’ve not regretted a single moment.

I’m very aware how privileged and lucky I am to have been able to stay with him. It’s been a true blessing and there were many sacrifices made for me to be able to do this. Sacrifices I’d make all over again.

All for my boy. This wonderful young man who has been my constant companion for 14 years. I’ll miss you when school starts, Buddy, but I’ll adjust. And, eventually, we’ll get into a whole new routine before sweet summer rolls around again.

First day of school and The Breakfast Club

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Today is the first day of school. We’ve sent Peanut off to eighth grade. He’s now the senior “cool kid” looking down at the “adorable” and “tiny” (his words) sixth graders, who now confusingly populate his middle school. From what I understand, it’s a rite of passage to stand to the side and look at the fumbling newbies, wisecracking about their much more petite stature and how “cute” they are.

Ironically enough, I’m also watching The Breakfast Club as I write this and know things are going to change drastically next year. No longer will he be the “big dog,” as he’s relegated to “freshman” status and once again, the “low” man on the totem pole. Things will change drastically. Friendships will be more difficult. Cliques will form, and he will go through the rite of passage we’ve all been through. Yes, it worries me, but it’s still a year away. Until then, he’s a guy I can still call Peanut to his face, even if he has a mustache and a voice that confuses people when they call our home due to it’s resonating, almost baritone, qualities.

Today’s pin will also be from my youth — Molly Ringwald. We all wanted to be her, or the characters she portrayed. After all, a girl can still dream of Jake Ryan waiting for her outside the Church.

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