I was in Target a few days ago.
I shouldn't have gone then.
I forgot the store would be crowded with parents and children
shopping for back-to-school items.
It wasn't so much the crowded aisles that bothered me.
It was the fact that I had no need of those supplies.
I didn't have two little boys with me searching for just the right backpack.
No little fists holding lists of items to be checked off:
yellow pocket folders,
green spiral one subject notebooks,
no. 2 Ticonderoga pencils,
and the list goes on.
No need to search out pants to replace the ones an inch too short.
No need to decide on crew-neck sweaters
or polo-style shirts.
No need to say "no" to those action figure lunchboxes.
They were never really lunch takers.
I was never a pack- a- healthy- but- interesting- lunch mom.
I did make sure I was at home when they came home.
I made sure there was a good snack.
I made sure I could always put my hands on
the keys to the Volvo so we could get to whatever
practice, meeting, appointment came next.
As I stood in line at the Target checkout,
I saw, or imagined I saw, as much excitement
in the faces of the parents as I saw in the faces of
the children. Excitement for the coming school year.
I silently wished them all success in learning.
Those two little boys I shopped with have long
grown into successful young men.
I still miss those shopping trips!






