Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
Yesterday morning, at 6:45 am, a 6’2 handsome young man wearing a brown plaid shirt, neatly ironed jeans and a clean shave came into my office. He greeted me with a kiss. I looked up from my computer, pushed my cheater glasseson the bridge of my nose, took a sip of coffee and smiled at my son.
He said, “Mama, remember when I was little and I used to make you cry when I talked about the C word?”
“Well, today is the day,” he continued. “The C word, I start COLLEGE!”
It was truly one of those menopausebarbee mama moments where in your minds eye, time travels in reverse. I sat there staring at him. I held a clear vision of a 5 year old wiry haired tyke carrying his Scooby Doo lunchbag as he excitedly, yet fearfullystarted his first day of kindergarten.
It seems just as quickly as seasons change and winter turns to Spring, Kindergarten turns to College. I got a little misty eyed and even though I knew the answers- I asked anyway-“Can I make you breakfast?”
“No, I ate.”
Itrailed behind himdown the stairs, “Do you have lunch money?”
I glanced at the short sleeve plaid shirt as he went for the door to leave.”I guess I can’t even recommend youcarry a warm jacket- the classroom might be cold.
“This was followed by, “I’m fine, Mama.”
As Itrailed behindhim outside, still in my PJ’s, we took our mandatory first day of school photo for my scrap book. Brett is a kind soul andstill indulges me with my “Mama needs” although sitting on Santa’s laphas been non negotiable for years. The picture is blurry. I wantto take another.
“Mama, I really gotta go!”
I watched as he got behind the wheel of his car, andI recalled a joke I told him the first day of Kindergarten. I called out one last time.
He paused and rolled down the window-
“What did the mama buffalo say when she left the baby buffalo on hisfirst day of school?””Bison,” he said with a smile as he drove off.