We started school last Wednesday, August 7th. Before school started my oldest wrote a little poem, which she glued to a pin she wore before the first day.
We have a tradition where the night before school the kids both receive a father’s blessing for the new school year. I love it. The girls sometimes giggle, and smile during their blessings. Okay, fine. I do peek at them.
Last year our school theme was “Be not afraid, only believe.” This year I hadn’t found anything that struck my fancy, until I saw this poster my friend Vanessa posted on Facebook.
I love this theme. I have a large white sheet of paper on our pantry door for the girls to write things they do that demonstrating how to “Let Your Light Shine.” It makes us happy.
The night before school big sister taught her younger sister how to finger knit.
We had a healthy dinner.
The night before the first day of school there was plenty to be done. I baked my friend Lindsay’s chocolate chip banana muffins for the girls’ snack. I made the lunches the night before to save my sanity in the morning.
I proofed Trader Joe’s croissants for breakfast and to share with our new teachers.
It was appropriately overcast when we had to be up at the bum-crack of dawn. 6:30am is much too early. All summer long I had friends that knew that if they tried texting me before 9 am, they’d likely not hear back until 10 or 11 am. We really dig our morning sleep.
We took our requisite first day of school photos.
When the girls returned home, happy, they handed me two packets of forms to fill out. So, I did what any mom who was suffering sleep deprivation, and had forms to fill out does… I rewarded myself with some gelato.
We survived three days – the picture below is Friday’s shot. We’re still smiling, and chilling.
While we all desperately miss our freestyle summer, I’m incredibly grateful that both my girls have good teachers again this year, and good friends as well. As parents that’s what we hope for, and worry over.
I don’t know about you, but this year, there’s this breathe of fresh air that’s whipped through our home… it lingers all around us with a scent of hope and possibilities.