There is a picture, among my parents’ zilliondy pictures of our family, that I have a crystal clear memory of being taken. My Dad took it of my Mom and me. We are in the driveway of our house, with our backs up against the car. My hands are stuffed into my pockets, and I am leaning slightly away from my Mom, stifling a grin.
If you looked carefully at the photo, which I am describing now from memory, you’d notice that the car is packed to the ceiling with all my belongings. We are about to drive to my college campus, where they will drop me off, for good. And if you looked carefully again, you’d see that my Mom’s arms are wrapped tightly around me and that she seems to be hanging on for dear life.
Peapod’s first day of preschool is tomorrow. And now I know for sure that in that photo, my Mom was in fact, hanging on to me for dear life.
