Back to school Revisited-1

The first day of school - I found myself alone after my mom offered to watch the two littles while I ran to SAMS for milk. After my little shopping excursion alone, I found myself crying to this song that was playing on my iPod - (you know being the MAMMA MIA addict that I am.)

Savanna entered middle school this year, and with that brought a flood of emotions for us as parents. I rushed up to school - it was lunch time. I could see her. I could find out how her day was.

I did not stop to think:
What if I embarrassed her?
What if she did not want to see me?
What if her day was bad?
What was I going to be able to do?

Everything was good - she was so thrilled to see me. Not embarrassed. I am so glad I went up. She smiled, she laughed. She seemed relieved to see me and at the same time comfortable as can be. We found her cousin to come sit with her and her friends.

I was glad to have the moment alone without her brothers to see her. To catch the feeling of her day. To see her with her friends, away from home - away from our summer full of fun and time together.

I tell ya, this letting go thing is hard. And we are only talking about middle school.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when shes gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...