But after a while she decided to have a sense of humor and roll with it.
So it was just the girls and I for scriptures:
And traditional rainbow-pancake-making:
The backpacks were all laid out with care, filled with all the necessary needed school supplies.
And for some reason when I say that it makes it sounds like that part was all easy-peasy. But the truth is that we were at Target the night before trying to scour the isles for anything that resembled those class supply lists we had clutched in our hands because pretty much everything had already been bought up by on-the-ball types of families.
And we barely squeezed that in between meet-the-teacher night at the junior high and doctor appointments and we missed picking up prescriptions for my two girls with urinary tract infections because in my childrens’ minds school supplies are a life or death situation on the first day of school.
Which really makes me wonder if anything I teach them is sinking in, because I do my darnedest to teach them that we shouldn’t buy anything ’til after the first day. Lists always change on the first day and the stores are so much less crowded after that.
And really, who is going to care if they really have a pink pearl eraser or exactly 24 sharpened pencils on the first day??
No one! That’s who.
But apparently my little dears like to be more prepared than their mother.
And yes, I really did say I have two girls with UTI’s right now. Which actually kind of scares me because I think Claire has had them on and off every since she got her little surgery a couple years ago and I’m envisioning worse reflux.
But I digress. That’s a post for another day.
The bottom line is that we did get the backpacks lined up and ready to go, as well as all the lunches packed, and no blood was lost in the process.
Here’s Elle ready to take off for her JUNIOR YEAR:
Kind of sick to my stomach about that so let’s move on…
Here’s her cute friend who we all love who was nice enough to give her a ride.
Love you Makenna!
Please just stop Grace. You are not allowed to go to high school next year. End of story. Please stay in junior high forever.
Because I am the crazy mom I am, I made Grace stay for a sec while her friends waited in the driveway so we could try the traditional “in-front-of-the-front-door” shot like we do every single year. But we have a pretty different “front door” now (just glass), which reflected some workers trying to finish the courtyard.
I still like it 🙂
Claire set of for FIFTH GRADE:
And “cat-lady” herself set off for SECOND GRADE in all her glory:
Side note on the shoes that only we will care about in years to come, but I still want to write about because it’s funny to me…Lu and I lucked out when we found some shoes that were wide enough for her the other day. She fell head-over-heels in love with them before I could try to sweet-talk her into at least trying some different styles (the ones she loved were a little snazzy for my liking). But she was in love and I knew it would be a miracle if I happened to find some other ones wide enough for her.
But they didn’t have any clever knick-names for those suckers.
I followed them into the school grounds like I do every year.
Somewhere in that sea of parents, some tearing up, some excited as all get-out, and amidst the chaos of nervously excited kids running around, I had a little vision of the old me.
The one who got sick about leaving my kids and had to follow them into their classrooms until I got kicked out of the school. The one who pushed a stroller of snotty-nosed babies out of the school grounds and back home with me when I left the school. The one who was still begging for more babies and who took time to go feed the ducks and try to be a “library mom.”
I missed that old me. Part of me wanted to turn back time and go snuggle up those babies again.
But a bigger part just made me happy.
My children are growing and “becoming.” And, even though my wrinkles show up more and my babies are morphing into big kids, I am “becoming” in my own way too.
Which is a good thing.
So I left those smiley children of mine with a full heart. For the old me and the “me” I am still working to become.
And all is right in the world.
Here’s to a great new year with lots of “shining” and serving and loving.