Time for School
The summer is ending. The next few weeks will be spent buying backpacks, lunch boxes, new underwear, and socks, a bazillion pencils, erasers, and renegotiating a proper bedtime. A fresh start to the new school year, where Christian begins ninth grade and Noah is now a Junior High School student in the sixth grade. I knew they are ready. The monotony of having spent too much time together was leading to disagreements and sighs powerful enough to blow the neglected dust off the furniture. I was ready too. I looked forward to having time for myself to catch up on what housework was abandoned over the summer for the sake of fun day trips, sleepovers, and pool parties. Every year when ‘back to school’ time sneaks up on stealthy feet, I think back to when my boys were younger and to previous mornings getting them off to their first day back. I could sense their excitement, though it was mixed with some apprehension. I packed lunches and included a note for each to read. While I load