It’s that time of year again, even though it doesn’t feel like it. It’s not that it doesn’t feel like it because I’m not heading back to school… it doesn’t feel like it because it’s 95 freaking degrees out.
As a girl from the north, back to school time meant the end of summer and the beginning of crisp, cool temperatures. It also meant laying out my new wardrobe of Abercrombie and Fitch in the shape of a person on my bedroom floor. Now just walking by that store in the mall gives me the chills. Not because my dear father would drop hundreds of dollars there to keep me lookin’ fresh…but because the unavoidable stench of their perfume and cologne literally makes me feel ill. It’s like getting a quick whiff of a high school dance or maybe even the hallway of a co-ed college dorm. Full of high expectations mixed with disappointment.
My Facebook feed has been full of anxious parents sending off their kiddos to their first days of school. The photos are so cute but it’s clear that it’s hard for some of them to let go. Even though she didn’t have social media in the early 90’s…I do remember my mother taking my picture on the bus my first day of Kindergarten. I was wearing my hair in pig tails and I had a little white romper on. But what I don’t remember, is her being emotionally drained by the thought of her little girl going off into the big bad world of primary school.
I think some people just embrace the different stages of life differently than others.
My dad recently mailed me a card….with this picture inside.
lol, right? He said he thought I’d get a kick out of it. I did and I do. But mostly because in many ways, he still probably sees me as that little girl. In many ways I still am.
I don’t wear Abercrombie and Fitch anymore, but sometimes life sure does smell like it.