I’m in a strange place this summer, caught between excitement and nostalgia. My only baby will start Kindergarten at the end of August. The public school world of bus schedules, room parents and milk money awaits (among other things). I have many questions. Maybe I’ll ask the veteran moms across the street to spill their
Tag: back to school
My children’s first day back to school went off without a hitch this year. Days two and three? Not so much. The following words might help explain…”emergency heat-index early dismissals.” Despite having air conditioning in his school, my second grader got sent home at noon on these days while my twelfth grader remained in school
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Mama, I need to poop.”
My first thought was literally, “Oh crap.”
You will make new friends. You will learn new things. You will listen to new stories. You will create. You will recite all the letters and count all the numbers. You will eat lunch in a gigantic cafeteria. You will play on the play scape at recess. You will laugh. You will cry. But most of all, you will be okay. And, so will I.
Fall is more challenging than Summer. This is just a truth. Summer is the time for eating tomatoes from the garden with balsamic vinegar and calling it dinner. For staying up a little late and chasing fireflies in the yard. Fall is none of these things. None. Of. Them.
As the seasons change, so does the status quo in our house. My oldest is 8 and my expectations of him are growing almost as much as his feet. Building character and confidence are the development milestones up ahead.
We started heading toward the front of the building when a school staff member looked at my son and shouted to us over a sea of children (who looked much larger than my five-year old), “Kindergartener?” I nodded yes, she motioned him forward, and off they went into the building … And my tears came. And they came.
I think my girls and I took advantage of all summer had to offer, having fun while taking it easy all at the same time. I’m especially happy, however, about all of the things we DIDN’T do.
Oh boy. I’ve got the end of summer blues and I’ve got them bad.
Today I picked a gummy bear off of the parking lot, brushed it off and gave it to my son to eat. It’s not my proudest moment, but it’s also not my lowest. Some of us will be writing about a “day in a life” this month and I thought starting off with a terribly