I never thought I'd be one of those moms who was anxious for the first day of school. As a child, I was always anxious and excited for school to start…I was a big geek, you know…thrilled about new clothes, backpacks, pencil cases and lunch boxes. And the smell of paste…wow! But when I became a mom, I figured that I would be saddened by the thoughts of my children hopping on the bus for an entire 7 hours away from me. How could they survive without me? Wouldn't they be homesick?
But guess what. School starts in 6 days. They are excited…and so am I! I have excitement for them…for all of the aforementioned *stuff*, no doubt. Every parent feels a connection to the dad skipping through the aisles in the Staples commercial, but I am anxious for school to start because I think we all thrive on a little structure. And for as inherently fun as summer is, with vacations, swimming, late night trips to DQ and running around catching lightning bugs, there isn't a lot of structure. And in mid August…everyone starts to fall apart, kids included! So yes, I am one of those moms who will be tearing up when her kindergartner gets on the bus, but you can bet that I will be zooming off to Starbucks faster than you can say "my sanity is reclaimed!"