It's September, and that means the scent of freshly electric-sharpened pencils is in the air. Oh how I loved school! Getting organized and doing things in an orderly fashion appeal to the concrete sequential in me. (Seems like that part of me has been hiding very deep down lately.)
The kids are off to a good start this year. Tom is tackling 3rd grade, Lucy is in 1st, and Jim is taking a new route as the first of our kids to try Montessori-style kindergarten. Jim is a little shy, peeking his way into the classroom each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I hope the year fills his heart with a bit more comfort and confidence as days continue.
This morning, Tom was so excited to hop out of the car and race into school that he opened the sliding van door and bolted. "Tommy! Get back here!" I called, "You forgot my kiss!"
He puckered up, and gave me a quick-as-lightening smack. "I love you!" I called, watching he and Lucy bolt for the building. "Have a great day!"
The kids are off to a good start this year. Tom is tackling 3rd grade, Lucy is in 1st, and Jim is taking a new route as the first of our kids to try Montessori-style kindergarten. Jim is a little shy, peeking his way into the classroom each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I hope the year fills his heart with a bit more comfort and confidence as days continue.
This morning, Tom was so excited to hop out of the car and race into school that he opened the sliding van door and bolted. "Tommy! Get back here!" I called, "You forgot my kiss!"
He puckered up, and gave me a quick-as-lightening smack. "I love you!" I called, watching he and Lucy bolt for the building. "Have a great day!"
"You too, Mom!" he called back.
And off he was, on his big journey.
