School has begun! My sweet Petunia is now a second grader. She has a terrific class of only 17 kids. The first day exceeded expectations, and she came home happy, tired, and eager to take off her new shoes.
One of the unexpected highlights of my day came from a pair of new first graders. After the big kick-off mini-assembly in the school yard, the classes all filed inside, and parents dispersed to parts unknown if not to the back-to-school PTO coffee in the cafeteria. Straggler that I am, I started toward the building when only a couple dozen other people remained on the playground. Smack in the middle of the wide, empty, asphalt court stood two little boys, backpacks on. I slowed down, eyeing them carefully, looking around for parents that weren't there. When I heard one say to the other, "Maybe we should just go in and find our classroom ourselves," my heart sunk. The parade of students into the school, the throng of departing parents, the teachers, the aides had all left these little guys behind. And what brave little guys they were to not panic but to try to solve the problem. I approached them with an offer of help, which they accepted gratefully. I caught a copy room employee (also a second grade mom and friend) entering the building and asked if she could lead them to their classrooms. She took their little hands and steered them straight.
It's a rare day that I feel like SuperMom, but today is one of those days: My second grader is off to a great start, I helped two lost boys, my preschooler met his own teacher without incident, I played two hours of solid tennis, and everyone is well fed and in bed on time (well, except me). Now, that deserves a Good Night.
One of the unexpected highlights of my day came from a pair of new first graders. After the big kick-off mini-assembly in the school yard, the classes all filed inside, and parents dispersed to parts unknown if not to the back-to-school PTO coffee in the cafeteria. Straggler that I am, I started toward the building when only a couple dozen other people remained on the playground. Smack in the middle of the wide, empty, asphalt court stood two little boys, backpacks on. I slowed down, eyeing them carefully, looking around for parents that weren't there. When I heard one say to the other, "Maybe we should just go in and find our classroom ourselves," my heart sunk. The parade of students into the school, the throng of departing parents, the teachers, the aides had all left these little guys behind. And what brave little guys they were to not panic but to try to solve the problem. I approached them with an offer of help, which they accepted gratefully. I caught a copy room employee (also a second grade mom and friend) entering the building and asked if she could lead them to their classrooms. She took their little hands and steered them straight.
It's a rare day that I feel like SuperMom, but today is one of those days: My second grader is off to a great start, I helped two lost boys, my preschooler met his own teacher without incident, I played two hours of solid tennis, and everyone is well fed and in bed on time (well, except me). Now, that deserves a Good Night.
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