My son is starting Kindergarten this Tuesday.
Keith and I went for Parent Orientation a couple nights ago and got to tour his new room and meet with his new teacher. The brightly lit room was filled with items bearing my son's name. There were little semi-circle tables on which a big label bore his first and last name. There was a "clothesline" of T-shirts with one that read "Daniel." On another wall was a year's worth of cupcakes and there was his right next to a tree full of apples with a student's name written on each. Then I spotted my favorite... a little blue school supplies box complete with little scissors and little glue...and pencils...yummy yummy school supplies neatly labeled with his name.
The organization freak in me can hardly stand it.
This time of year is my favorite for many reasons. We're on the cusp of my favorite season--Fall. School buses abound and the temperature is dropping (albeit slowly). College football is on its way and pretty soon I'll be trading my shorts and short sleeves for my favorite pants and cozy sweaters. (OK, that probably won't be til March here...but you get my point!)
But this year is different. Our son is in SCHOOL. Real school. Five-day-a-week school. We have begun those 13 years of schooling that really count. He'll be learning to read and do math problems. It's sort of a contradiction in my heart because, since we got him at age two, it feels like we've had him forever. But, at the same time, it feels just like yesterday and I can't believe that next week he'll be sporting his new backpack and lunch box and heading out the door to (what he calls) Big Boy School.
Where did the summer go? I guess the time has indeed come... for little tables and little chairs...and little hands holding pencils and books and...yes, my heart.