All my friends were so sweet. How are you doing? The baby's starting school! Are you going to cry?
You know, I barely kept it together when John started school. The entire morning was emotional for me. We made it through assembly. We moved into his classroom. On John's desk we found a sweet little poem about school. That proved to be my undoing. I fell apart. I couldn't read it. Just couldn't rein myself in.
Today I was completely dry-eyed.
She's ready. Cute. Confident. Over-the-top excited. Ready.
I think she was born ready.
That being said, she appeared to be, in her vernacular, "nervousing." In about two-thirds of the photos I took, Ainsley is tugging on one or both earlobes.
I just can't be sad about that. She's been counting down the days, modelling her uniforms, working on her "summer homework" like a pre-med geek.
And, of course, I'd be lying through my teeth if I didn't add a loud and heartfelt Thank You, Good and Gracious God! that summer is coming to a close. We've had a good summer. Really. It ended with a week at the beach that was, hands down, our best family vacation ever. But, seriously, the past few weeks have felt like the last three hours of the drive to Michigan.
I am not a proponent of year-round school. I love the change of pace, and I love a more relaxed schedule that allows time for the type of learning that involves walking through the swamp and reading books on the couch and spending evenings watching documentaries together.
But I also recognize that the lengthy summer vacation is a remnant of agrarian times when children were needed to help in the fields. Believe me, there were moments this summer when I felt someone owed me a plow and a team of horses to keep these children gainfully occupied.
With or without the horse, we're back in the saddle again.
And away we go.