My 25th First

The Goob's first day of his Junior year was this past Tuesday. 
It was my 25th first day of school.  Twenty five years of notebook and pencil buying.  Twenty five years of trying to decided what everyone else will be wearing so we can be wearing similar things.  Twenty five years of schedule checking.  Twenty five years of lunch packing.  Twenty five years of filling out forms for the school nurse.  Twenty five years of prayers that we will have a good day, understanding teachers, a good year.  Twenty five years of an odd empty feeling.
The Goob makes it easy.  Uneventful.

Do you have everything you need?
Yes.
Do you want a ride?
No, I'll walk.   (We'll count that as a sentence.)
How was your day?
Fine.
How are your classes?
Fine.
Was there a boat?
No.

And after 25 years that's enough information for this mom.  Love you Goob.