As I travel Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road, I have to remind myself to look upward every once in a while. I never know if a house will fall from the sky and crash on top of me. Today, an actual school building fell from the heavens. Thankfully, it landed along the side of the road. Believe it or not, it was the building where my two children went to preschool! I rushed inside and found their old classroom! Though the room had been turned into a library, the old door was still there. We chatted…
Hey door? Do you remember when I used to drop my kids off in your room a million years ago?
OLD DOOR: Of course. I remember everyone who comes in and out of this place. I don’t have a lot else to do. I remember your son cried a lot when you dropped him off here at preschool.
Yeah. I remember leaving the room and then peeking through the window at the top of you to see how he was doing.
DOOR: If memory serves, he was so upset he actually had to drop out and come back the next year. He missed you terribly.
I know. Back then, I thought he would have fun in the classroom with the other kids as soon as I left. I also needed a little space for myself to live my own life. So, I played with my son in the classroom for a while…and when I thought he’d be fine without me, I’d whisper, “I have to go now.”
DOOR: And he’d wail.
Looking back, I guess he didn’t understand. It probably made no sense to him. He was probably very hurt. But eventually he dried his tears and moved on.
DOOR: On the other hand…I remember your daughter didn’t mind being dropped off here at preschool.
I know! Before I could finish saying, “I have to go now,” she was bopping over to the other kids.
DOOR: So you left, closed me behind you, and scrunched your nose up against my little window to see how your daughter was doing.
She was always having a good time. That made me very happy because I needed a little space for myself. I needed to live my own life.
DOOR: But! Your daughter always insisted on coming home for lunch. She only wanted to stay in preschool for a few hours. That was her limit.
I remember sometimes she had to stay longer because I had to work. She cried. She probably didn’t understand. I probably hurt her feelings.
DOOR: But eventually she dried her tears and moved on.
And now the tables have turned. My kids are young adults. When my daughter travels from the other side of the country for a visit, I always want her to stay longer and spend more time with me. But, at a certain point, she says, “I have to go now.”
DOOR: And your son?
He lives about an hour away. When he comes home for a visit, I soooo enjoy his company! But at a certain point, he gets up and says, “I have to go now.”
DOOR: That must be hard.
I don’t always understand. Sometimes it hurts my feelings. I miss my children terribly.
DOOR: But you dry your tears and move on.