- Published: Monday, November 16, 2015 12:11 PM
- Written by Katie Tyson
The first time I remember it happening was April 2, 2014. I was chaperoning Olivia’s 1st grade fieldtrip - a commitment I had made to her, her teacher and her classmates “BC” (Before Cancer), and the first time since “AD” (After Diagnosis) that I was shifting my physical presence from Callen to Olivia.
I took my place at the front of the bus – the novelty of bouncing around in the back having worn off some 35 years prior – and kept watch as eager faces filed past me. Their excitement at a day away from the mortar and brick classroom was both audible and palpable as it reverberated off of the hard surfaces and low ceiling of “the cheese”. The doors closed, the brake release squelched, and the bus lurched forward toward its destination, sending us all with a jolt into the barely-cushioned springs of our seatbacks.
It was at that moment that it hit me: What if this was both my first and last 1st grade fieldtrip as a mom?