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Back to School - 2008

Tuesday September 2, 2008

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The children of America have gone back to school. And, in nearly every household, there is at least one person who is standing over the kitchen sink in tears, wondering where the years have gone.

I understand.

Every year at this time, I remember a wonderful essay I heard on NPR the summer before The Lad first went to college. A woman talked about the day she sent her daughter to kindergarten for her first day of school. "My husband told me not to cry," she wrote, "because tomorrow she would still be in kindergarten."

"But, he was wrong," the essay continued. "'Tomorrow' she went to college."

When The Lad was born - from the second he was born - he became the most important thing in my life.

I spent Saturday mornings with The Lad at the Air & Space Museum in Washington, DC. Later, it was afternoons at the Little League field in McLean, Virginia. Still later, Sunday breakfasts at our favorite deli in Dallas, Texas.

Very early one morning, in August of the summer before the Lad was to go off for his freshman year at the University of Texas, I was driving to work in Dallas. I oversaw operations in the Middle East so, to keep up with employees spread over nine time zones, I often went to work at about four A.M.

Driving up the Dallas Tollway, the overnight sports station was conducting yet another arcane discussion on the state of the Dallas Cowboys, so I shut the radio off and started singing "Puff the Magic Dragon," to which I can sing the harmony. In college, when I was a pretty good folk guitar player, it was a staple in my repertoire.

I was singing - in pieno voce - when I got to the line:

A dragon lives forever; but not so little boys.
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys.

I tear up at Christmas coffee commercials. I sniff and wipe my eyes at every happy ending in every movie I've ever seen - including movies on airplanes which generally precludes any further conversation between my seatmate and me.

The "�but not so little boys, " however, caused me to pull over to the side of the road and stop, not just to wipe away a tear, but to actually sob. Which, on the Dallas Tollway, even at four in the morning, is no mean feat.

The woman who wrote that NPR essay said that she had divided her friends into two groups: Those who understood, and those who didn't.

I understand.

Around the United States, in addition to all the young men and women who recently left home for thir first year of college, there are hundreds of thousands of families whose children are guarding our freedoms in far away places. Yesterday they, too, had left for kindergarten not even knowing the existence of the places in which they awoke this morning.

During my Iraq days, I wrote about a 23-year-old 1st Lieutenant in Fallujah:

We just keep growing these kids, asking them to do unbelievably important things in the harshest possible circumstances at an age when we should be worried if they aren't home by midnight much less home by next September and, oh, by the way, please be responsible for the lives of a dozen-or-so other soldiers most of whom are years - or decades - older than you are.

The day after The Lad went to kindergarten, he went to college. The following afternoon he was working for the President of the United States. Three years ago he was scheduling helicopters in the disaster zone which was New Orleans during that hurricane. Two years ago he was helping to re-elect the Governor of California. Now he's writing for RealClearPolitics, Politico and, of course, MULLINGS.

He is still the most important thing in my life. Where ever we are, we talk almost every day, The Lad and I.

In that way, on most days, we're still together.

In a land called Honalee.

On the Secret Decoder Ring page today: The definition of /i>pieno voce, the Mullfoto of The Lad at the airport, and a Catchy Caption of the Day.

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