Summer, sweet sweet summer.... Where are you? Why did you not come like you always do? Why do I find myself thinking its still May and that summer just hasn't started yet?
I can hardly believe that next week our street will be busy with the hustle and bustle of brightly painted school buses, and children walking with ridiculously white running shoes (which by the way ) will only be the white until recess. And clothes that are really to warm to be wearing, but they are new so they must be worn. Funny how that is.
I always get a sick, panicky feeling in my gut when I think about the first day of school, and I haven't had to go for years now. I feel for anyone that has to climb on the bus, or open the school door on the first day of school.
When I was in kindergarten, school and I did not get along. I would stand at the end of my lane way with my brothers and sister waiting for the bus to come. As it would pull up and come to a stop I would make a mad dash for the house, knowing that my mom would not have time to carry me back out to the bus, and also knowing her heart was to big to carry me back out kicking and screaming (because that is what I would have done). Unfortunately for me, my dads heart strings were not pulled quite so easily, so, when he started walking me out to the bus and physically putting me in my seat the mad dashes had to end. Then there was always the sick at school thing. Which, from what I remember I really was sick. I felt sick, I probably looked sick, but as soon as my mom walked through the door in the nurses office... I was almost 50% better, the other percent would come as soon as I knew my mom wasn't going to make me stay at school.
When I think about how I felt as kid going to school, and coming home there is one think that I remember more than anything. I knew that no matter what kind of day I had when I got home my mom would be there to greet me with a hug and a smile. You may think that being home for your kids isn't that important, but trust me, it ment the world to me!
When my kids go off to school next year this is something I want to do for them as my mom did for me. When they get on that school bus I want them to know that when they get off I'll be waiting for them. What a blessed thing it is have the opportunity to be a stay at home mom, I wouldn't trade it for anything!
So all you kids out there that have to get on that big scary school bus, and smell that nasty school bus smell, and write your name ever so neatly on that first piece of paper in your notebook next week, I'm thinking about you!
1 comment:
very nice walk down memory lane. SO nice it's all a memory now eh! I always felt anxious too, but not sick. I especially felt yuck about high school-mostly lonely memories there. blech.
Remember your bothers crazy stories that entertained us on the long bus ride home?? Those were alway fun.
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