What Opens at the Close
I had just planned my senior son's last week of school. Wrote that last 180th day at the top of Friday's lesson plan. Last last day. He has graduation at his co op on Saturday. We have been working on a table we get to set up to honor him after graduation. Looking back through so many first and last day photos. Memories from public school and teachers and memories of homeschool and co op. Reading through old compositions. Seeing the progression from childhood to young man. The pieces of humor and sweetness that transcend the growing up. The parts of them that forever change as your child becomes a young adult. It is such an unfolding. I kept thinking of a scene from the Harry Potter book about the Golden Snitch. Harry puzzles over the meaning of the words engraved upon it: "I open at the close." He finally understands the clue, he must breathe his last dying breath in order to open the snitch. And inside is the resurrection stone that will raise him back to lif