I knew that the day had to come eventually. The tradition that Sam and I have when I drop him off at school is in jeapardy…he’s nearly 12 and would be mortified if anyone saw our secret handshake.
When he was in kindergarten and 1st grade I would walk in him into school. Starting in 2nd grade I starting dropping off at the gate. He was fine with that, I wasn’t. My baby was growing up. To ease my transition we devised a ‘secret handshake’ if you will, to say goodbye at the car window. I can’t tell you what it is, its a secret, but let’s just say that it involves sign language. Before he gets out, there’s a hug and all the ‘mom things’ I say. “Be good…FOCUS…Listen to your teacher…Have a good day…I Love You.”
Once when my husband dropped him off at school one day for me, I reminded Sam, “be sure that you teach Dad the secret handshake….don’t forget.” Dad’s….at least the one I know is not good at these little things. I called him at work later to ask if he’d gotten dropped off okay, did you did the handshake? “Yes, I did the handshake,” he said, still not understanding it’s importance.
So, the day that I knew was coming, happened. I dropped Sam off at the entrance to his school, as he came to the passenger’s side window for our secret handshake, one of his female classmates walked by. He gave her the “Hey head bob thing.” As I reached over for our handshake, he reached far into the window, down low so no one could see, and we did our secret signal. He then followed another friend into school. Good thing he turned when he did, he would have seen the lone tear slipping down my cheek.