All three of my boys started school today. A part of me cannot believe that they are in 4th grade, 2nd grade, and 4-year-old preschool! However, I was so incredibly grateful that they went back to the school routine today. I am going to admit something…I’m not one of those stay-at-home-moms who is beside herself when her kids are off at school. I relish my 2 and a half hours of alone time. When I came home after dropping my boys off, I felt refreshed, I felt renewed, I felt…peaceful. No tears…no heavy heart…no wishing the moments away until they are back home.
Honestly, I was not only excited for me, but for them, as well. A new school year is a new adventure…and a clean slate. All of the junk from the year before is the past…and they can move forward with hope and joy.
Jake is in fourth grade now. I loved fourth grade. I remember my teacher very well. Sister Adria. She was pretty old school and no nonsense. She had a sign in our room, “I am responsible for my actions at all times.” I will never forget that. She really tried to instill a sense of personal responsibility in all of us…that and perfect penmanship, but that was lost on me. The responsibility thing, though, that stuck. Also, we did a Christmas play that year, and I had my first experience on Student Council. I turned 10 years old…and had sleepover parties several weekends throughout the year. It was a year of growth and independence. I loved so much of it! (It was also the year of a bad haircut….but we’ll save that story for another day…)
Tate is a second grader!!! I cannot believe how much older he seems lately…and how much progress he made this summer. He is trying to engage peers. He is advocating for himself more. He is interested in so much more around him than he has been in the past. And he is quite a little jokester! He has a great team at school, and a new team at home for ABA. His prospects look great for a fantastic year!
And Cole. Cole is my precocious little preschooler. How we have gotten to the 4-year-old preschool mark I will never know. I swear I was just bringing him home from the hospital, and here we are…getting him settled into a five-day-a-week preschool program. One of the staff told me that he did great today–jumped right in and played with new kiddos and engaged the teacher in a discussion about his new Transformer toy. I loved hearing about his day, in his words, during our 5 minute ride home. He was full of stories about his first day. When I told him he is going again tomorrow, I got that oh-so-adorable preschooler “yayyyy!” with a clap.
I know it won’t be fantastic all of the time. I know that some bumps and bruises lie ahead…but all the same, I am looking forward to this year for my kids!
Now’s the part of the post where I bore you with back-to-school photos. I’m sure you’ll be groaning as much as my boys were this morning.