I have so much to share with you. Snippets of posts rattle around in my head banging up against unbalanced check books and unpainted rooms in unfinished additions and unpacked and unwashed lake clothes and unbathed children who started Kindergarten at our local elementary this morning at 9:00 a.m. sharp. Your words stack up uncommented upon (but never unread) in my reader.
It’s so easy to focus on all that’s undone, isn’t it? Especially this time of year when fall’s steam train derails summer’s slow fun with an audible impact of emails and orientations and supply lists and instructions. I have to take a breath and focus on all that we have done. Walks. Lakes. Fairies. Bike rides. Splash pads. Flew to San Diego. Built an addition.
Yesterday, we did hair. I took the advice that so many of you gave and Saige and I had a special date at Island Braids for a back-to-school hair appointment. She loved the attention. I loved the break from tiny braids in my cramping, clumsy fingers.
We both loved the results. Thank you for helping me to outsource this special part of my daughter’s life. (I know I didn’t need permission, but it helped.) Letting this go was hard because the time we spend on Saige’s hair is a unique time for us together. The best part about the appointment was that it remained unique time for us together. It just so happened that Deb did the braiding while we all chatted. The second best part was that it took Deb (who braids so quickly that I can not even follow her technique) three hours to cornrow Saige’s hair, which makes my five-hours-over-two-days efforts feel considerably less inept.
The sun shone for our walk to Kindergarten this morning and Eastern WA sparkled as only it can (and it only can for approximately six weeks of the year, but WHO IS COUNTING BESIDES ME, REALLY). Saige and Garrett pulsed with excitement at the glamor and newness of public school. The sidewalks filled with kids of all ages walking to class. School buses unloaded bustling hives of children on one side. We agreed to separate them this year, as the school recommends, which left us negotiating the chaos and first day jitters of both of the a.m. Kindergarten classrooms.
I could see their relief when we spied our neighborhood friends in the crowd – I know I felt warmer and happier to meet eyes with the moms I know and love over the sea of new faces. With twenty-five children in each class and their nervous parents, the atmosphere was overwhelming. I felt a bit bombarded and even Saige, who has never met a situation that she didn’t own, held my hand.
And then the teachers clapped and called for goodbyes and a sense of calm flowed in like the tide as the extra adults and siblings flowed out the door. There wasn’t really time to come undone or even to think before we were back out in the sun, two children lighter until 3:00 p.m. So, I thought, I guess that’s done then. That’s how thirteen years of public school begins. Kind of like swimming your way out of a rip tide. Swim to the side! Don’t fight the current! Don’t panic.
I must be raising fairly strong swimmers because they certainly didn’t. (Isn’t it the cutest little school?)
Quinn would like all of you, but in particular Grandma, to know that he also started school today. And he rode his bike. And no one EVER gets excited or takes him to a new school. Sigh. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!!@!!
I would like you to know that yes, I did actually purchase those socks on purpose. It’s been a really busy three weeks and I had one afternoon for back to school shopping, okay? They didn’t look quite that neon all bundled together in a ten pairs for ten dollars bundle. Lesson learned. Ten dollars for ten pairs of socks is too good to be true. Unless you like neon. Bright side: we will never lose his feet.
Nate would like you to know that he’s still home with me. Which is wonderful. Most of the time.
((Ew. What’s that in its mouth.)) (Ten points if you can name that hilarious youtube video. I’m totally going to watch it again now. Shut up. You know you are too.)
(It’s popcorn. But it’s still a cute picture. Mostly.)