Although I love summer, for all its delicious foods and more delicious memories, I also love routine. I’m all about knowing what’s coming next. I worship my Day Planner so much that I’ve already ordered next year’s book (in a lovely shade of maroon with a silver embossed monogram — woot! woot!).
Oh, and I’m Color Coding next year’s book. Blue pen for Big Brother activities. Red pen for Little Brother. And, I can’t wait for it to arrive in the mail so I can sit down and get to work.
I’m a loser.
So, Big Brother started Kindergarten last week, without much fanfare on the Swooper blog. Mostly because I recognize that all the emotion I felt during this little rite of passage was pretty much exactly what all the other Moms (and Dads) experience. Excited, a little sad, nervous, hopeful, proud. And, as someone who reads a lot of Mommy Blogs, I felt it had pretty much all been said. And said eloquently.
My Dad told me that my Mom cried when I got on the bus for the first time. Which, I admit, made me feel really glad that I live in a town too small for school buses (“busses” always looks wrong). Because I made it through the whole day without shedding a tear and if I had to see my little first-born climb aboard a great, big bus and drive away, his little face peering out the window at me…well, let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t have to go through that.
Big Brother did discover a new friend this week. And, no, not a fellow kindergartener. Big Brother has recently discovered that Lazy Labrador kind of rocks. BB has been showering LL with attention, games of chase and kisses. And, lo and behold, it turns out the dog’s got a little spunk! Bernie happily pounces along behind as BB races through the house giggling wildly. I suspect there are some table scraps and “mistakenly” dropped Honeycomb coming into play here but I’ll take it. These two have spent five years living together and are really only now discovering that they might enjoy each other. It makes me smile.
THEN
NOW
I’ve been asked to serve on the PTO at Big Brother’s school (which, apparently, is Marblehead-ese for what I always knew as the PTA). I’m looking forward to it.
In small part, because I’m happy to be involved with any efforts designed to enrich the quality of Big Brother’s education.
In large part, because it means a boatload of meetings I get to add to my rockin’ Day Planner. Yippee!
I’m thinking Color Code Green.
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