Monday, 30 August 2010
My father says that if Christmas came around every 11 months instead of 12 we would cancel it. It seems that 12 months is the threshold for forgetting the bad things and antiipating only the good. The kids all went back to school today. I think the amazing blue sky day with hint of chill in the shade served as a metaphor for the day. Each child was going to a different school and this amplified the experience for me as I dropped them off. Lots of hellos, screeches and hugs from the kids as they greeted their friends; parents greeting with awkward smiles. Enthusiasm, nervous excitement. The smell of new books. We just love new beginnings. Surely every day in eternity will be like this.