This year's Back to School was not nearly as traumatic (or dramatic on my part!) as last year's. In fact, this year there was very little emotion. The kids were excited to get to start attending school in their brand new building and I was excited to just get them there on time!
The night before school started, Emily excitedly used the "Jitter Glitter" her teacher gave her during the Open House. She was 100% on board with the glitter. Despite Noah insisting it wasn't real and wouldn't work, she pressed onward...excited and certain it would help her sleep well.
After the glitter was safely tucked away in a towel under her pillow, Emily looked at me and said...
"Are you going to do the same thing you did on the first day of Kindergarten?"
Shocked that she even remembered that I had distracted myself from my Kindergarten sadness by decorating the breakfast table, I responded...
"What do you mean?"
Noah eagerly jumped in to the conversation and said...
"Remember... you decorated the table and did all that stuff!"
Score one for mom! They actually remembered something I did fondly!
My response was honest...
"No. That was just kind of special thing since it was the first day of Kindergarten. I didn't plan to do that again."
My response was met with disappointed eyes and joint requests that I...
"pleeeeaaasse, do it again."
I'm a total sucker for their begging because I can't believe that my efforts from last year actually meant something to them. It's one of those rare "job well done" parenting moments.
So after I tucked them in bed much too late, I jumped in the car for a late night run to Wal Mart to purchase supplies for our 2nd annual "Back to School Breakfast".
I was barely able to function on the morning of school so pancakes in the shape of their grade were no where to be found. Neither were the eggs or the bacon. They settled for toast and yogurt and fruit. And a chocolate chip muffin!
Last year, I gave each of them a little "gift". We don't purchase school supplies at our school, so it's kind of fun for them to get a new school "supply" on the first day. Emily got new markers and Noah got a mechanical pencil; both topped with a good luck note (of which I'm not sure either child even read!).
And on a whim, I decided to introduce something new. A "Talk to Me Journal" for each school-goer. I got this idea from a friend who homeschools and thought it might be something fun for us to do at home upon occasion. I grabbed a few composition notebooks and began by introducing the idea of the "Talk to Me Journal" on the first pages of each journal.
The kids seemed happy that I had indulged their requests to celebrate their first day of school in this way. Early morning smiles are hard to come by in the Holtzman Household, so I'd call this a success!
After breakfast, we headed outside for the annual "first day front porch pictures". And I gave in to the social media fad and asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up.
Ummm... my tiredness is responsible for my inability to spell! If Emily actually grows up to be a teacher, she'd flunk my spelling abilities!
And as much as I told myself... "do NOT make a teacher gift this year", I couldn't help myself. I guess it's just part of my DNA. It feels wrong to me not to send the kids with something in hand to give to their teacher on the first day. So I indulged my own inner "crazy" and threw these together with printables and containers I had in the basement... apples for Ms. Feuerborn and strawberries for Mrs. Goenner.
The kids approached their brand new school... confident and excited.
And we celebrated the first day with ice cream amidst of sea of plaid-jumpered 1st grade girls!
And that was Day 1. Day 1 of another school year. I pray it's a good one!
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Ah! This one. She is my little ray of sunshine. Even school makes her happy and is reason to twirl! She was completely delighted when it was FINALLY her turn for Day 1.
She had to miss the first official 2 days because she was sick, so her Day 1 was on Friday, 8-29-14. She woke early; excited to be feeling well and eager to get to school. She dressed herself, brushed her own teeth, and came to my bedside with her backpack on and ready to go!
She happily carried her teacher gift in hand and excitedly walked into her familiar preschool, Little Lambs.
She stopped for a quick picture with her new teacher, Miss Kacy, and off she went without a look back!
I remember feeling overly emotional on Emily's 1st day of Pre-K; maybe even crying as I fixed her hair. I remember lamenting the fact that it would be my last year with her home all day. I didn't have that same emotion as I curled Molly's hair on her Day 1 of Pre-K. But as I sift through these images and recall how delightful and fun she was to drop off and pick up, my eyes are fighting back the moisture. While she makes the most of her Pre-K fun-filled days at Little Lambs, I need to remember to savor my days at home with her and soak up every little bit of her delightfulness. Every bit of her.





























