Repeat

School is about to begin! I like the organized flow of the school day. I am a creature of habit, schedules and routine. I like picking out things to wear, packing things up, and heading out the door.

I know it’s not quite that simple with kids. Someone is always missing something. Usually out the door is when they remember to tell you something they need that day. I had one daughter that was meticulous about putting her hair in a pony tail, couldn’t have a bump on the hair going into the pony. I would finally get her out of the washroom and her sibling would point out a bump. My son couldn’t stand seams at the toe of his socks. If there were seams, they had to go on a certain way. My other daughter had me iron her hair( with an iron) every morning to erase her gorgeous curls.

I hated making lunches. They always came back, they never ate them past elementary school. One thing I was thankful for, they didn’t lose things. Not a hat, mitten, coat and believe me that happens. I wasn’t one to run to the school for something they forgot either. I had friends that made daily trips to bring something to their child.

It was a whirlwind when they got home. Starving, stories, things for me to see, starting homework so the rest of the night was theirs. I have a bin for each of them and all their school day treasures live there. I miss those days, the hub bub. Especially the younger years, when their teachers were the best and you were the hero in every story they wrote. It wasn’t all good, but that is what makes them who they are. It sure slips by pretty fast.