Back to school, back to school, oh how I adore you!
Not really – it’s just too stinking hard to adore, but still there’s nothing, not anything in the world like it. It’s exciting, hard, terrifying, exhausting, fulfilling, energetic and fresh. Unique to this time of year, it can only be explained and comprehended by people who have lived through the experience. And somehow, not sure how, I’ve made it through the first week of another back to school.
You parents know, other kids may remember, but the little ones are t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d on the first day. For example…my sister was in the car line on the first day readying to drop her daughter off. As they pulled to a stop in front of the school, she noticed that a teacher had to pry a child out of his mom’s car as he screamed and cried. My sis could hear him yelling, “I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to go in that Mrs. Rackley’s room!” (And yes, that’s me and I’m not mean, I promise.)
Bless him – whomever he may be. Luckily, no one was wailing in fear by the time they made it down the hall to the dreaded Mrs. Rackley.
It’s a little early to tell the personality of my class. Will they be spunky or inquisitive? Bright or sweet? So far, all I’ve gathered is that we have promise. Lots of it. This group of children came in my door reading…like really reading. They can track print, know gobs of sight words and can keep up when others are reading like nobody’s business. I listened to them read this past week and all I could do was grin and do double high-fives. Yes! Oh the places we’ll go! And you Kindergarten teachers, let me just tell you…you rock!! Every day I’m thankful for all the hard work you put into your job.
I’m thankful to work in a building with teachers who aren’t afraid to work their tails off. We push and love and never give up. The older I get, the more I realize it’s a true gift to be surrounded by dedicated people. So here’s to another back to school, another school year. God…grant us peace of mind, a whopping dose of patience and more than anything, an abundance of love.