Today was the last day of school.
It was the last time we’d see Claire’s beloved kinder teacher.
It was the last day I’d have four kids in one school.
It was the last time I’d see Daniel (and all the other grade sixes) singing the school song. Some of them, I’ve watched them sing and jump and shout it for the past seven years.
It was the last time they’d all be there, for an assembly in the gym.
Today was Daniel’s last patrolling shift.
It was the last time he’d see many of his classmates, and the last time he’d see his teacher.
It was the last time that my younger three would know their biggest brother was just down the hallway if they needed him.
It was the last day that I sat at home in silence and knew that all of my babies were just a stone’s throw away, and I could see them within minutes if I wanted to.
Today was a big day. I’ve read a lot about how we celebrate the firsts but often overlook the lasts, and today I wallowed in the lasts. Their presence hung thick in the air. Everything changes today.
The firsts will come, and they will be celebrated, in their own time. But for today…I’m absorbing the lasts.