A Bon Jovi song keeps popping in my head.
This is the story of my life
And I write it every day
I know it isn’t black and white
And it’s anything but grey
I know, no I’m not alright, but I’ll be ok
Cause anything and everything can happen
That’s the story of my life.
Life really is like a story. A book. There’s the childhood. High school. College. Weddings. Babies. All these chapters of our lives we go through. We close one door, open another, new characters are introduced. Some become permanent characters, some stay for a chapter or two then leave. Sometimes it feels like life is a choose your own adventure book, like we have complete control over what happens next, other times it’s clear our author already has everything planned out for us and we just have to keep reading to see how it ends.
Sometimes, when I’m reading books, I go straight to the last chapter to make sure I like the ending before I invest time in the whole book. I wish I could do that with life. I wish I could flick to the end of our “trying to conceive” chapter and see how it ends, so I can decide if it’s worth continuing the fight, or if we should just concede now.
I’ve been apprehensive, but am now getting excited, about the next chapter in our book – the sending-our-son-off-to-school chapter. There’s the first day, the uniform (complete with hat), the bag, the lunch, finding out which class he’s in and if any of his friends are in it too. I can’t wait to pick him up on his first day and hear all about it, hopefully getting more than a “good” or “nothing” in response to my questions. In thinking about and writing this blog post, it’s occurred to me that we, his parents, have very much been the authors of these formative chapters in his life. But sending him off to school is almost like handing him the book and asking him to start writing his story (with some guidance of course!) Maybe I’ve gotten a little carried away with this analogy.
There’s only 7 days of kindy left before he starts big school. He is so bright-eyed and excited about it, I can’t help but wonder how long that will last. Like that story about the little boy, who on the second day of school is told, “It’s time to get ready for school!” and he says, “But I just went yesterday!?” I hope school is everything his little heart thinks and hopes it will be. I know we’ll do everything in our power as his parents to help guide him through it so that these chapters of his life are filled with laughter, joy and great memories.
Linking up with the lovely Jess for IBOT.