All over the nation, children are heading back to school. When my children were in school, the house brimmed with excitement over new clothes, sports sign-ups, and school supplies. Who can resist the crack of brand new books, the crisp rustle of notebook pages, and the squeak of new sneakers?
Now I have grandchildren in school. A few weeks ago, I took my eleven-year-old granddaughter shopping for school clothes. I realized my tastes were hopelessly out of date, but her excitement over the process took me back to twenty or so years ago when I did the same thing with her mother.
The cycles of life are reassuring. The familiar patterns remind us of past joys and leave us anticipating future ones. Where I used to attend my children's football games, band concerts, recitals, etc, I now look forward to attending those of my grandchildren. I smile at my children's pride and pleasure in their children. At my granddaughter's dance recital, I leaned over and whisper to my daughter, "She looks just like you."
So, for today, I am grateful for life's cycles.