Firsts are easy to remember. The first word, the first steps, the first day of kindergarten. Those are the easy ones. Lasts are much harder. Lasts are hard on your heart.
I drove Maxwell to school for his last final exam on May 31st. As I pulled up to the front of Machebeuf he got out of the van, put his backpack on, turned his hat backwards and said what he had said to me a thousand times before. He said, "ok, Mama. I'll see you after school." And just like that, a flood of emotion rolled over me and I couldn't hold back my tears. That was the last time I would ever drop him off at school. The last 12 years had come down to one moment and one more, "ok, Mama. I'll see you after school". This summer Maxwell will get his own car and will drive himself to school from them on. That was my last school drop off with him.
The firsts are easy. The lasts are the ones that hurt.
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