This morning, after dropping the kidlets off for daycare, my husband and I wandered over to our friendly neighborhood elementary school and registered our son for kindergarten.
Damn, when did he get so old?
As we were heading over to the school, I realized that we live in walking distance. Not so close that the boy will be able to walk home alone yet, but I figure that by grade 3 it’ll be no problem.
I walked home alone from elementary school and we lived much farther away.
And then it occurred to me. When I was old enough to walk home, my little brother would have been in grade 1. I have absolutely no memory of walking home with him. None at all. Why is that?
Did I ditch my brother after school? Did I make him walk a block behind me? Did my parents pick him up and leave me to find my own way home? What the hell kind of big sister was I anyway?
I’m not even sure I want to ask him about it now. What if he’s harboring deep-rooted bitterness against me? Is it safe to stir up potentially bad memories when my little brother now outweighs me so significantly? Nope, I just don’t want to know.
My son damn well better walk home with his little sister once she starts school!