Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Last Day Commute

So this morning I dropped off Nighean Dhonn for her last day of 8th grade.  It was the quiet passing of an era disguised as just another day of commuting.

A double ear ender of sorts: not only was it the last day for Nighean Dhonn, it was also the last day of 10 years of dropping Na Clann off for elementary and middle school.

We have been driving there for 10 years now, literally from August of 2009 (the day after everyone arrive here) until today.  For about half of those years The Ravishing Mrs. TB drove them; for the remaining years I did.

Over the years things have changed, of course, from listening to children's songs to them watching movies to Nighean Dhonn plugged into her headphones while I slowly wend my way through morning commute traffic and grumble about it.  But for eight months of the year, that was how mornings were spent.

And now, with a single car door closure, it is all gone.

It strikes me as odd, of course - this precipitous ending of eras that seem to happen in the blink of an eye.  Reading history, I rather like to think that most people see the big changes coming instead of having them just arrive, but in point of fact they arrive more quickly and unannounced than they do in a slow, stately fashion.

Next Monday - and every Monday hence - the route will change.  It will just be me in my little car, taking a direct route to work, the only occupants of my car the ghost of an era now gone and my memories.


2 comments:

Glen Filthie said...

Yep. Life’s milestones are in the damnedest places. I used to hustle past them without a second thought with my eyes always on the path ahead and looking back... that was a mistake. Were I in your shoes... I’d just take a day or a morning and have a late, slow breakfast or coffee... and muse about it.

TB the path ahead for your young lady is strewn with peril. The world is absolutely merciless with young women these days. Keep her close and God bless you both.

Toirdhealbheach Beucail said...

Glen, I have become very attuned to endings over the years. I cannot precisely tell you where it came from - only that endings have become a series of thought provoking pain, sometimes days in advance.

All I cling to for my daughter's is God's promise that He who began a good work in them will see it to completion. At this point, other than being an example, there is little I can do except pray.