Last Day of School
It's not really the first day of school that gets to me. Not usually anyway, but last year the tears did sneak up unexpectedly when I left Marek in the kind hands of preschool for the first time.
For whatever reason, not even known to me, it's the last day of school that has me all choked up. It's the bag full of construction paper projects, the nametags, the too-little "In-Case-He-Pees-His-Pants" clothes, and the goodbyes to teachers. In my head, it's the "He's no longer a first grader" or "He's not a preschooler" or "Here's your kindergartener" that rings through my head and wells up my eyes.
There's good reason behind this. Just lookit how much Marek has grown from the first day of school to the last.
First day of preschool, Aug. 2012
Last day of school, May 2013
It's pretty incredible.
Luckily though, my tears are easily consoled. By the time we hit the car, I'm just as happy as they are, maybe even happier.
School wears my ass out. Getting three boys up, putting three pairs of shoes on, dishing up three bowls of breakfast, collecting homework and pencils and permission slips, writing checks, packing lunches, all before 7:40 a.m., battling the college pedestrian traffic, then the school parking lot, day after day after day after day ....
I love summer and I always have.
I love to sleep in. I love to leisurely sip my coffee on the balcony and listen to little birds chirp while everyone in my house is still quietly sleeping. I tiptoe so that I get a little bit more time to myself.
I love that there is no homework after dinner. I love that we can go anywhere after work and not have to worry about bedtime.
I love that my kids and I are together all the time.
Happy summer everyone!