Didn't I just sweep this floor? What on earth am I stepping on?
When my son was a toddler, I could often find him by tracking the trail of circular cereal pieces the dog hadn't got to first.
Years later, we no longer have a dog but the trail still exists. In three short months my Cheerio eater will be off to life in a dorm room. I hope his room mate is understanding or maybe sympathetic to this situation. Even more, it is my wish that said son will begin picking up after himself. An equally slavish roomie might be therapeutic but an obsessive cleaner could further enable this behavior. Six of one/ half a dozen of the other. Whatever...it will no longer be my problem.
For a brief second I entertained the idea of thoroughly remodeling my boy's rooms once he vacates it for a higher education, but the closer that gets the more I mourn his absence. I know I am not alone and it will come as no surprise that my brain is flooded with "just yesterday" memories of my precious little tow-headed baby boy.
Graduation is only a couple of weeks away. It has not been the greatest school year for my senior and that makes this school loving Mom very sad. While he is experiencing an an urgent need to get out of there and move on with his life, I just want to apply the brakes and pound some sense of school spirit into him.
We can't relieve our fond memories through the eyes of our children, though, and I refuse to be the multitude of parents before me who swear their children will regret not embracing these memory making moments. But, he will...you know it and I know it...
That's just part of growing up. We are as guilty as our youngsters.
Even though that cereal trail is moving to a new location, my son's journey will continue to leave an impression on those around him.
Rock on , son! The future is your garden.
The Lady with the Cane
Cheerios, America's cereal.