Sometimes you know. And, sometimes you don’t know. But, in either case, it happens, sometimes suddenly. Things change. And, they’re never, ever the same again. They might be better. They might be worse. But, what they’ll never be is the same.
Sometimes you know. The last day of a school year in grade school, for example, we knew. Not that we were thinking about it much, especially those of the male persuasion. The only thing we were thinking about that day was how quickly the clock could move so that we could race out the doors and start our summer. But, we also knew something was ending. Oh, we’d be back at dear old South Central the next fall (which seemed as far away at that point as the day the sun would supernova and melt the Earth) and our routine would be pretty similar. But, not the same. Different grade. Different room. Maybe a different subject or two. And, most importantly, different teacher.
How teachers handle that, I have no idea. And, by that…well. Let me explain. I didn’t think of this back then. Again, we were concerned with moving on. We wanted to get on with our summer and then move on to our next school year. Yeah, we’d miss our teacher (most of them, anyway), but, we weren’t thinking much about it. Or about the fact that it was different for the teacher.
My nephews played rec football. Early in his career, the older of the two was on a team that, frankly, wasn’t very good. But. He had fun and he learned football, and that was because of his coach, who was a fantastic teacher. I was at the team’s final game and noticed, one last time, the way the coach interacted with the kids. It was clear he had great affection for them, and, they for him. Not long after that game, they team had its banquet. I was told later that the coach was in tears. And, I understood why. It was the end. All those boys he’d become so close to during a late summer and fall of football would be moving on next year. They wouldn’t be his team anymore. Something was over. And, he was going to miss it.
That’s when I realized what our teachers, especially the ones in elementary school, had to feel like at the end of a school year. They weren’t losing one person from their daily lives, but a room of 25 or 30 people, people they’d spent the better part of a year with every day, people they’d watched do some growing and some learning and some maturing. There’d be more of that, but the teacher wouldn’t be around to see it. Oh, I’m sure there were a few of us those teachers didn’t miss too much (and there were a few teachers, like one I mentioned earlier, who didn’t miss anyone because they couldn’t have cared less about any of us), but, bonds were fashioned. And, all of a sudden, those bonds were broken. We were going.
Next year, those teachers would have a new group of kids, and the bonding would take place again. Through the fall and into the holiday season, through winter and into spring. And, then summer would come and it would happen all over again. Another group gone. I have no idea how teachers handle it. None. But, I digress.
Sometimes you know and sometimes you don’t. At the end of our elementary school days, we knew. We’d been told by all our older friends what junior high was like. Changing classes every period. “Home room is just a place to keep your books.” No more parties. Etc. Etc. Of course, those older friends made it out to be worse than it was, but it was definitely a change and a big one, far bigger than the ones we made moving on to high school. Far smaller than those we made when high school ended, when all of the familiar would be gone. Everything you’d gotten used to for 13 years, well over two thirds of your life, had come to an end. What came next was different for all of us, but for each and every one of us it was different, period. Again, though, we knew.
It’s the ones you don’t know that get you. You’ve all seen the meme. “One day you and your friends went out to play for the last time. And, you didn’t even know it.” No. We did not. We did not know when we were playing the last of our myriad whiffle ball games (another blog). We did not know when we were playing the last of our thousands of football games (also another blog). We did not know when we were playing our last table hockey tournament (yes, another blog). We didn’t know. It was the last time, but we didn’t know.
Thing is, unless you know, you don’t know, so you always assume there will be another one. Maybe not fifty more. Maybe not a hundred. But, at least one more, right? Surely, we’d all get together over in Cecil for one more afternoon playing basketball on the outdoor courts. Surely, we’d all sit down either at someone’s house, on their porch, or on the storm sewer cover and have one more euchre or poker marathon. Surely. Better we didn’t know. Because “used to” happens. And, when it does, a page turns to a new “we always” or “we like to”.
The best example, perhaps, is holidays. We all remember holidays as kids. I can remember how big a deal my birthday was and how I was amazed that many adults didn’t make a big deal of theirs. Hallowe’ens when we trick-or-treated changed to Hallowe’ens when we went and soaped windows (Hey, if you’ve been here before, you know we were miscreants.) and then Hallowe’ens when we went to parties and then adult Hallowe’ens. And, it all happened suddenly. All of a sudden, we were too cool to trick-or-treat (which, perhaps, is better than continuing to trick-or-treat until you’re too old to trick-or-treat, but still). All of a sudden, we weren’t hanging out soaping windows that night. Instead, some of us had better things to do. It all just stopped. And, again, we didn’t know it was the last one.
The most jarring of changes, though, involves Christmas. Everyone’s first “set” of Christmases are the most special, the ones where you still believe in Santa and all the magic. And, that last year, well. You still believe. And, the next year, you don’t. And Christmas has changed forever. But, it will change again. In my case (and, I’m sure, in the cases of the vast majority of you), there have been several “sets” of Christmases. All have been wonderful in their own way. All are great to look back on. And, all but the present “set” are gone forever. And, I have no idea when that present “set”, which is pretty great, will come to an end. In fact, it’s possible it already has.
And that not knowing , obviously, is the point of all of this. Sometimes we know. But, so often, we don’t know. Nothing is more clichéd than saying “We need to be more appreciative of what we have”, but we need to be more appreciative of what we have. Because, it can change in a moment, and we very well may not see it coming. Christmas could change forever. Your life could change forever. In a finger snap. Changed. For good and all. And, that’s how it goes. And , once the change happens, nothing is ever the same again. Oh, things may be similar. But, the same? No. Not the same.
Be present. Enjoy today. Because, someday, this will be “used to be”. And, you’re going to miss this.