I tucked him in bed last night and told him when he woke up, it would be the first day of school! He reminded me that he wanted to wear his Batman shirt, not the glow in the dark one, though, the NEW one. I walked up the stairs, and remembered he needed a lunch. I ran to our small grocery store before it closed and ran back home and started cooking up a feast. The Middler came out for a drink of water and wondered what in blue blazes I was doing…..cooking….at 10 pm. I explained that Littlest needed a good lunch for the next day, and asked him if he would like to reconsider NOT eating school lunch.
Middler had to think about it. Middler is in MIDDLE SCHOOL now, and bringing a lunch from home could have the potential for making you UNcool. Plus, he knows I tend to send notes inside food, my own little version of a fortune cookie from the Universe.
Have a super day!
Don’t forget, be yourself!
Kids that eat fruit are happy kids!
I dropped the Olders off, who quickly spotted friends and gave me a half glance as they hurried off. As we drive towards the Elementary School, Littlest tells me he has a really good way of finding places: it’s called WANDERING. Except I thought he said WONDERING. And so I am quick to explain that I will walk him to his classroom, no need to wonder.
If it weren’t for the fact that I was as twitchy as a turkey on Thanksgiving this morning, I would have found his evidently-I-have-to-talk-slower– voice to be adorable and funny:
NO-no- NO Momma! WANDERING. See, I WANDER around, and pretty soon, I find my place, see? It always works.
I’m taking you to your classroom today, I fired back flatly.
Littlest kept fiddling with his backpack. We have A LOT of stuff in there today, as I’ve planned for every eventuality: extra clothes in case of an accidental milk spill, a water bottle to avoid chlorinated, flouride-inated, germ infested drinking fountains, and a portable bomb shelter…for obvious reasons. And so I supported the bottom of the backpack to take some of the weight off his tiny body. Finally he stopped dead in his tracks.
MOM. You can let go now.
It stopped me. Yes, I can, and it is time. This poor little kid has done everything he knows to get me to back the cuss off, already! And I am hovering, and fussing, and annoying the crap outta him.
So I smiled, commented on his muscles, which made him smile….smooched him up and watched him go.
My friend, Sarah, who I love dearly, quoted Dr. Seuss today, and it made me happy:
Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting….so get on your way!