1st day of school...



In 2 weeks the boys will start school but today it is all about MissM. Comparing boys to girls, on the first day of school is like trying to compare apples to pine cones. She marched right up to the door and never looked back - even had Keaton carry her backpack in and found her way. The boys had a much harder time. There were tears and much agony. Not with Miss M. It was like she was born for this Moment. We had to go drown our sorrows at Krispy Kreme.

A few hours later when we picked her up, with a bit of prompting, she recalled all the details and kindly answered all our many questions. She got her favorite teacher and made some friends. She is the most social of the family. She makes an effort to say hello and introduce herself, She is way ahead of her brothers and her four plus years. We talked about it later and how important and a bit difficult it is to put yourself forward and make friends. Some people never learn it. She didn't get it from - I am not good at marching up to someone, grabbing their hand and introducing myself. Being able to do this at this young age, will get her far.

I still think that on this barely past the middle of August day, it is no time to start school. It is still about those lazy, hazy,crazy days of summer. Those days of soda and pretzels and beer or whatever. School has no business starting until after Labor Day weekend and anything taught before that will have to be forgotten before Halloween, rendering it useless. There, you have been warned - take no prisoners!

In 2 weeks Gage will start first grade and be gone all day. Not sure any of us will be able to cope - I miss him already and Keaton will enter into his last year of elementary school and be in junior high next year. Can't go there today - not strong enough.

Or maybe I am. Maybe if I follow Miss M's lead. We have the same blood coursing through our veins, maybe just that reminder - that I come from strong stock, will give me comfort and reassure me that like those before me, that just because it feels bad - it isn't necessarily so...