Thursday, August 17, 2006

Ahh, the first day of school. I tried hard to remember back that far but never was there a time I felt so comfortable and confident than it seems my children are. My oldest daughter is in third grade and little sister is next and in first grade. I am glad that they didn't carry on as if they were attached to their mother at the hip......you laugh....there are some like that. My girls have always showed enthusiasm and at the same time a bit of nervousness. They are so eager to learn and jump at the chance to make new friends.
Those things that bring back memories for me are the smell of 'never been used' crayons. That is something I think we can all relate to. And having a new backpack/lunchbox, although now-a-days they are called lunch kits/lunch sacks. My daughters correct me every time I ask about their lunchboxes. They are not boxes, they are similar to a book bag but with extra reinforcements so as to not smoosh the sammich!! I am surprised any of us made it through school what with the metal lunchboxes with sharp edges, and scissors...sharp ones not the blunt tip, and the lack of a cellphone. I am amazed at the amount of 3rd graders who have cell phones. Where are on earth are these kids going/doing that they need a cellphone!! I had to beg for days to be able to use the phone at home.....you know....the one with the cord....attached tot he wall so that everyone in the room could hear the conversation. Good thing we didn't have anything earth-shattering to report or else the entire family would hear about it!
I sure miss "the good ole days" however am glad to have the opportunity to raise my daughters and I think with a strong backbone and some common sense; in addition to the education they receive at home and in school my children will turn out to be just fine. ; )

1 comment:

Sarah Reinhard said...

memories...misty, water-colored memories...

it's so interesting to compare my experience of "school" with what you describe here and what i see in the kids around me...

and i can't help but be filled with the smell of new pencils and the hope of blank sheets of paper upon reading this... :)