The time has come again...it's the end of the school year, the last week of school for my kids. I always find it ironic that in September I am dying for school to start and in June I am dying for school to end! I am always ready for a change, something different in my schedule, new people, new places etc.... I am glad to be done with driving downtown twice a day and above all, homework! Well, it's not MY homework , but it does impact my life a big terrible way! I am glad to be done with meetings and the UBER organization of every detail of Cameron, Harry, Robb's and my own schedule...that is probably the single most difficult task I have faced..try sceduling your life around your husband's schedule that changes EVERY SINGLE WEEK...
So this week is always the strangest week of the school.. I just don't get it. Now ,I have two kids in two classes in the same school (thank god, because they used to be in different schools). This week there are 2 picnics and one luncheon, and next week there is another picnic. Now, I am always up for anything that involves food, but I can't figure out if we are celebrating or mourning? (I have to think that the teachers are celebrating). I guess it's kind of like a "New Year" thing..remembering the past welcoming the future..like graduation I guess.. But aren't we going to see all these people in 2 months?
It seems to me like these functions should be more about appreciation for the teachers and staff at the school who Spend up to 8 hours a day with our precious offspring and mold them into intelligent free-thinking people who can have a dinner conversation about something other than Bobby farting in the middle of circle time. (Phew, now that was a run-on sentence if I've ever seen one) ..And let me tell you, I appreciate them more than they could ever know...especially when
my kids are smiling at the end of the day and are talking about their favorite blues singer, when Harry asks if 100 + 50 is 150 while we are driving to the grocery store, when Cameron shows me an insect and tells me that it has incomplete metamorphosis (you can look that one up yourself), when I get notes home every single day that tells me what a great job Harry did that day or not, I appreciate that the principal of the school comments about the progress of my kids because she knows them and all of the other kids too, when my kids come home with a beautifully packaged art portfolio of all of their work from the year (the art teacher did one for each child), I appreciate that I can walk through the front door of the school and walk to my child's classroom any time that I want without a full body check or showing ID because everyone knows everyone, I love that my kids love school and that's all because of the teachers and the staff ...
No doubt I would love to give them all a gift big enough to show my appreciation, but that is just not possible. I do intend on writing a note though, just to say thanks...
