Well, G was alright. She wasn't excited so much as anxious and stoic. B on the other hand was really excited and confident. He said "Mom, I feel like such a big kid because I'm a first grader." Yeah, buddy, you're huge!
I was such a dork that I used to LOVE the first day of school, well into high school and college. It was so exciting to me. It was my own theoretical tabula rasa each and every fall. I loved the new notebooks, the new syllabi, new schedule, new friends, new subjects. I was beaming inside each year on the first day of school, even though I acted nonchalant on the outside.
I hope my kids really have that same enthusiasm like they're going to explode. I hope they were secretly in the backseat wondering which friends they would sit next to, and what the cover of their math book would look like. I hope they enjoyed opening their organized desks, and finding their clean cubbies.
As an adult I miss that. Wouldn't it be nice to have your own tabula rasa each and every fall? Not really to start over, but to continue on with your adventure in life. To start again fresh.
Blessings to my children today and throughout this school year. I pray that you are kind to all, helpful to all, respectful to all and that you enjoy learning all the amazing things you will learn this year.
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