(Warning: another dull catch-up post from my Aug/Sept. nonblogging run. Sorry.)
It comes every fall, and every fall it’s bittersweet. Happy for them, sad for me, happy for me. We had a lot of big changes this year: Rachael started middle school (!), Megan started a new elementary school, and Ethan started kindergarten. Naturally, these milestones have occurred under the roof of my parents’ house, which will create lasting memories for my children of that cherished season of their childhood in which Mom and Dad couldn’t get their crap together. My good kids bear it well. And they were each thrilled to tackle their new adventures. I was excited for them. Kind of.
Skinny-jeaned up and ready to go. Rachael was so excited for middle school.
Dorky Mom has to take a picture of her walking to the building. Yes, I have attachment issues.
Megan has a gift for knowing just how much bling is required to make an impression at a new elementary school. (I can only dream of being cute enough to pull off a sparkly silver scarf in August.)
Ethan has a will as steely as the metallic guitars on his shirt, and we fought hard over this outfit. I wanted him to wear a classy new white polo and plaid shorts I’d bought him, but Ethan’s no dummy. He knows what kind of clothes get you beat up on the playground.
Ethan was dying to ride the bus to school, so after several days of positive self-talk, I finally let him. I have never had any of my kids ride the bus before, so this was a big stretch for me. It’s like a little adventure every day and he absolutely loves it.
I must admit, I was a little depressed after dropping the kids off the first morning. Okay, really depressed. As in, teary-eyed-all-day-long-depressed. But as soon as I picked up Rache and saw her face all lit up with excitement, gushing about how cool middle school is, my mood lifted. Megan gave the same glowing review, as did Ethan with kindergarten. I’m sad my kids are slowly leaving my side, but I’m so thankful that they like school. And now that we’re into it, I’m really just happy to have a little break every day. (My motherly sentiment always gives way, eventually, to my womanly selfishness.)
And now I want to know from you, my three faithfuls: What are you happiest/saddest about with the coming of the new school year? I really want to know–it will make me feel better. Don’t even think of reading this and bypassing the comment section. (Do I need to name names, Ashley/Emily/Rachel/Cheryl/Brooks/Stephanie?) No, I’ve decided against naming names. You know who you are.