You know the classic Staples commercial where the dad is skipping down the aisles of the store, filling his cart with post-it notes, pencils, and other various school sundries, all to the tune, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year?" Following in his wake of pure bliss are two sullen children, dreading the end of summertime leisure. I love that commercial, even though it is over the top cheesy (especially the voice-over). I guess I have always related to the idea of getting hyped-up for the start of school. Yet, I have always wondered, why is it the dad and not the mom? Isn't it mom who survives the worst of what summer has to dish out--keeping idle children busy, breaking up fights between siblings who spend a bit too much time together, grocery shopping with all children in tow, etc.? But I digress....
It is not going to come as a surprise, then, to learn that I do not cry when I send my children to school, not even my kindergartener. I do not shed one tear. It's not that I am insensitive or not a loving, attached mother. I just get excited about the start of school--the start of a new challenge and adventure. Sure, I am fully aware that my children are growing up at hyper-speed. That is why I take loads of pictures to document their growth. So here they are:
Brevin with his new 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Roylance Spencer with his new kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Miner
Each sitting at his desk (er...table)