A Back to School Button

A simple, white, "back to school blouse with a Peter Pan Collar" button is my button this August day one week before school starts . It is the last day of camp nursing for me this season which means buttoning down the infirmary, packing up bandaids and ace wraps, benadryl and the very controversial epi pens and storing them til the seasons have come full circle. It also means UNbuttoning my daily routine- again and charting a new course when 8 becomes 9 on the calendar. 
There is road costruction at every turn as I drive the 22 miles from home to Camp Pontiac but the 200 plus acres are quiet and serene with only 90 athletes on campus when I arrive. I notice the metaphoric contrast as I walk across the still green grass. Bright yellow bulldozers on blacktop highways, calm lake waters against an azure blue sky.
I finger the button knowing that soon I must don my back to school blouse and chart a new course for myself. Will I lean toward the clang and clatter of road making or the silence of the cloudless sky? I laugh out loud as I think about the fact that while my grandson is meeting with a guidance counselor, I am seeking direction in a jar of buttons.