It's not quite the end of October yet, but I thought I'd recap the things we have been working on for the last month or so. I'm having a hard time getting my mind around what this next year will bring, and I know that if I could focus more on what we have accomplished, it will feel more like we are on track....more
It was by no means his first ever first day of school. My oldest, N, has been in some form of daycare or preschool since he was a baby. But, somehow, his first day of first grade feels incredibly significant....more
Wyatt's lunch/snack was packed in the Laptop Lunch box: grape tomatoes, broken pretzel sticks from the bottom of the bag, grapes, blueberries and a mini hamburger with a mini hamburger bun. The little yellow tub had catsup in it. The burger was an experiment that ended up going pretty well!
And then we left, fighting the tide back through the families, mothers in surgical scrubs and dads in khakis, sweaty kids with wild eyes, smiling teachers and administrators dressed to kill. My husband took my daughter, and as I walked to the car through air thick as a washcloth, I let the tears roll down my cheeks. People probably thought I was upset about her going to school, but that wasn't it, not really.
by Billie BrownI’m so old that there was no kindergarten when I was five years old. I started first grade in Kansas, and when I met my teacher I told her, “I will endeavor to be a good pupil.” She looked at me like I was a hurricane, then burst out laughing and hugged me.