And, I, their mother will take their picture every single first day of school. Even on their first day of 8th grade like their brother started today. Even when they think I, their mother, is weird for taking pictures and isn’t that cool.
As much as Hunter didn’t want me to take him to school today, he obliged, turning to his sisters in the back seat to say, “When you start school, Mom will tell you to be kind, respectful, honest, trustworthy, to be a leader and to not talk too much.” Ahh, he has listened all these years of first days of school, ever since his first day of kindergarten when I was a nervous mom wearing a purple business suit, pulling up to school in my trusty Honda, gripping his little hand as he wore his “Hunter” monogrammed blue backpack. As I walked him into his new private Christian school, I prayed that no one would judge him because of his unwed working single mom or the fact we lived in an apartment, unlike every other in tact, home owning family walking into that school. All these years later and through the long journey we’ve traveled since the first day of kindergarten to become the family of five we are today, I couldn’t be more proud of our 8th grade son. He is kind, honest and trustworthy. He is learning to be respectful. He does his best to be a leader. He talks too much. He is always a work in progress. Yet all the advice and instruction I had this morning as we were trying to get out the door was, “Everybody put on shoes and be happy.”
What are your memories or traditions of “back to school”?