The beginning of the school year has always been one of my most favorite times of the year. When I was my kids' age, the first day of school meant a new lunchbox, new backpack and a first day of school outfit. New school supplies are also a fond memory. The unsettling nerves always churned in my stomach anticipating seeing all of my classmates after a long summer as well as wondering what my new teacher would be like; along with the blissful feelings of knowing my best friends were in my same class again, as well as the hint of satisfaction I felt from being older than the kids who were entering the grade I had just come from. One of the best memories I have from childhood schooldays are all of the first days of school when I would bring home between 5 and 6 textbooks to be covered. My mom, creative and detail oriented by nature, would find decorative contact paper to cover my books. Her crisp folds, and flawless corners were always accompanied by the address label on the top right corner of the front of the book with my name, teacher's name and subject of the book either typed or written in her perfect printing. It's funny how special all of those details were to me. She has always been EXCELLENT at all of the details.
This summer has been long and wonderful; filled with trips to Sacramento, Wild Island, Six Flags, Grandma Ellen's and Cousin's pools, summer camps, sleepovers, movies...and everything in between.
The beginning of the school year feels like a new beginning, again. Time for new schedules, new responsibilities, new activities, all with promise of moving forward.
I'm finally thankful to say that: I. AM. READY.
