My mom packs my lunches
More stories from Sammie Wing
December 10, 2019
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As long as I can remember, my mom has packed my lunches. She always packed my brothers’ as well, so it was never a nuisance. She’s always offered, and I’ve never really put much thought into it.
Freshman year I decided it was time for me to take on the task. I made myself a PB and J and used the dinosaur cutter to separate the crust. I cut myself an apple and bagged some crackers. I felt accomplished and grown-up. After all, I was in high school now.
This habit lasted three days before it became a chore that I couldn’t find motivation or time for. I was not adjusting to my new school very well. My mom recognized my exhaustion and picked up right where I left off. She was packing my lunches again, and I was trying to calibrate to high school.
It’s something I can always count on. If I come downstairs and she isn’t packing it, I know it’s in the fridge waiting. I will always have a fresh meal ready. My lunchbox will be fully stocked with a sandwich, snacks, and a drink. I can always depend on her, even when we’re both running late. She always finds a way.
But time keeps moving.
It’s counting down.
Two and a half years remain of my time in high school—and at home. If the jump from eighth grade to freshman year was rough, I’m in for it after I graduate.
Can my mom still make my lunches? Do I have to leave home? Do I want to stay? Do I know how to pack a lunch?
I don’t know, and I’m scared to find the answer to these questions.
I’m scared to grow up.
Responsibility is heart-stopping, and I’m just not ready. I know I have time, but I have no control over how fast the years feel.
I still feel like a four-foot third-grader looking up at high schoolers and thinking about how far away that is. I remember imagining how happy and free I’ll be once I’m in high school. Third-grade Sammie saw me as a much different person.
But, I haven’t really changed. The only thing distinguishing me from her is my five-foot-nine stature. I am immature, and impulsive, and shy, and scared, and not ready to be old.
I know I should be becoming more independent, but frankly, I don’t want to.
So for now, my mom is going to keep packing my lunches, and I will remain forever grateful.
Molly Dixon • Dec 16, 2019 at 1:50 pm
I love your mom’s sandwiches.
Megan Carson • Dec 14, 2019 at 10:14 am
Becoming a real adult has it’s ups and downs, but you have so much time left before you have to worry about that! Appreciate every moment of high school and college and let your mom make your lunch as long as you’re at home and she is willing. My mom made mine up until a few months ago!
Very well-written article Sammie!