When the kids were little and I’d drop them off at preschool I knew I’d always get that one last look back from them as they went off to play, socialize and learn how to be a student ~ the one last hug, as they ran over to give me “one more kiss.” As they all got a little older I guess I kind of stopped expecting the last little wave goodbye. I know they are all growing up and refocusing so I learned not to expect it.
But today I got it. Today as I dropped Claire off I got one last look…the last little wave goodbye as she and her friend walked toward their bus. My heart sang a happy tune as I pulled away from the curb with the image of Claire turning around to give me that one little last piece of love…her wave.
How many more years will I have the honor of the last look goodbye? Will it go away and resurface later? Will it go away altogether? I hope, even though I know I shouldn’t expect it, that I’ll always get the last little look backwards…always.
For the love of my children…
