I find myself unable to relate to the sentiments of some parents when school is starting up again. I LOVED school when I was a kid (even as a high schooler. Mostly because SCHOOL SUPPLIES.) and I am thrilled to see the same look of excitement on Maggie’s face when the first day of school comes back around.
She was practically BOUNCING to the bus stop. I had to beg her the night before to please sleep until 7am please please please do not come downstairs at 5:30am dressed and ready to go. YOUR BUS COMES AT 8:30, we have plenty of time! (She listened, thank goodness.) She was chanting “SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL!” as we left the neighbor’s house the night before and I said “Let’s go home for a shower, IT’S A SCHOOL NIGHT!” I meant it as a tease and she took it as a cheer.
Maybe it’s because we’ve always had time apart because of daycare- even when it was just one day a week when she was a wee little thing. Everyone in our house just seems to get along better when we’ve had our time at Our Places, as I like to call them. For sure, Audrey and Maggie get along better when they get a break from each other (OMG THE BICKERING). It’s just how it’s always been and we kind of fell apart last summer when we had endless stretches of unscheduled time to stare at each other all day. She needs the stimulation of school and her teachers and her friends. She loves learning new things. She can’t WAIT to learn cursive this year. And multiplication. And music.
Do I miss her when she’s gone? Some days, I suppose I do. But I love when she walks in the door from the bus, bouncing in with her backpack and her lunchbox and her armful of papers she colored on the bus and her new library book. I love how she sighs dramatically when I ask how her day was, and she says “TIRING!” I love how she loves school.
I hope she loves it for a long time.