Tomorrow is the first day of school for my Children. As usual my daughter J has completely organized her things and is ready and excited to go back.
My son D....not so much.
I'm with him. I hate when they go back. I love having them home and all the time together and adventures we have. There is a calmness and ease that summer brings that turns into hurry hurry rush rush as soon as the Alarm sounds on the first day of school. There is homework and reports, the dreaded science fair project, clubs and school sports that have me running in circles and before I know it Christmas music is playing in the stores.
As a child I hated the first day and would have nightmares the whole week before the start of the school year. You see I was bullied...alot. Summers meant a reprieve from Delores and Valerie, Jimmy and Jackie. Going back meant punishment for me...I would always wonder what I had done wrong.
Eventually that timid scared little girl finally stood up for herself and clonked Jimmy in the head after he tripped me ...and as for Delores and Valerie they stayed in the old neighborhood and had the prestigious career as bar flies.
So as I send my kids off to school I will pray that they do good listening make friends with good kids and eat the healthy snack I packed for them. I will be here when they get off the bus ready with a smile to hear all about their day.
To all the bullies that thought it was so much fun to torture me when I was a kid.... I hope you repented and became good people and raised children to be good people too, But if you are the same jackasses that you were then; I have an atomic wedgie waiting for you if you ever cross my path!