August 26, 2009

{The Last First-Day of School}

Raka started her Junior year this Monday. The first day of school this year was no different than most years, as she had a special set of clothes and a pair of new blue shoes, all ready for the first day.

When we got to the school, she darted out of the car and I waited for a moment to see my fashionable daughter run in to meet her friends.

On my way back home I passed a middle school, then an elementary school. The streets were filled with kids in colorful clothes, new bag-packs and nervous yet excited parents. It felt for a second that it was springtime and I was in the midst of a colorful Easter egg hunt. My mind drifted back to Raka’s first day of high school, then further back to Raka’s first day of middle school, then her first day in all the elementary schools she has attended. Yes, my corporate jobs and travels had forced Raka to attend at least three different elementary schools.

All the memories from the past were flashing in my mind but reality sunk in as I pulled into the drive-way. I realized that I have witnessed a lot of amazing first days of school, but after this there will be only one more left. But wait, next year Raka most probably will drive to school on her first day, and I will be watching from the window as her little red Nissan Sentra pulls into the street. I can't believe I did not even realize that this was the last time I was dropping Raka for her first day of school.

How time flies. I wished I would have known this the night before so I could have driven a little slower and savored every moment.

August 3, 2009

{Fatherhood: The Best Job on the Planet}

Friday, July 31, 2009

The corporate world was busy trying to wrap up their work for the week and for the month end before they left for home. I was already home, sitting at my desk, working before I headed out for a few errands. Suddenly I heard the security system beep indicating that someone has opened the garage door. That could mean only one thing, Raka was back.

Raka left at eight that morning to run with her school cross country team. I got up and went to the garage to find the entire cross country and track team there, outside the house. Raka saw me and gave a loud, warm shout, “Hi Dad!” Some of the kids knew me and added to her loud greeting, “Hi Mr. Sen!” Before the screams faded, Raka yelled again, “Dad, can you get me a pair of scissors, please?”

I did not know why they needed a pair of scissors, but there was no time to ask. I dashed into the house and came back with scissors and a jug of cold water. I realized that Raka was handing her fellow runners frozen popsicles as treats. The scissors were needed to cut the corners. The girls all stood as I walked over and cut the edges of the popsicles. As they took their first bites of the popsicles, the coach on the bike indicated it was time to get back on the road. The kids slowly got back on the road and screamed out one last time, “Thank you Mr. Sen!” At the end of the scream, I heard one voice stand out, “Thank you dad.”

I stood at the garage door for a second. I do not why, but I felt thrilled with life.

As I went back to my desk and tried to finish my work I still had a smile on my face. I have the best job on the planet.