The boys are at school for their first full day of school today. This is the first full day of the new school year. It’s the start of new things:
- Learning new things in new classes,
- Attending class with new students and (for Willy, at least) new teachers,
- Meeting (or not) new expectations, and
- Aligning to new routines and new patterns.
Even though some of all this newness is actually the same as last year, it’s still new because there has been such a significant break between the end of last year and the beginning of this year. Furthermore, all three boys have made substantial growth in non-academic areas over the course of the summer, so they’re like new people heading into what may be an old environment.
After the rush of activity to buy new materials, new shoes, and new clothes for the start of this school year, I’m ready for the boys to go to school. I’m ready for the quiet and the relative inactivity. I’m ready to get back to my studies and get back to work. I’m ready to adjust that I may get back into the “normal” pattern of things. Whether it’s normal to human nature or not, the school year makes up the bulk of our yearly time, so it’s the “normal” we experience the most.
As ready as I am for the boys to be back in school, I still feel the loss of the moment and I still feel an overwhelming wave of anxiety for my children. I close my eyes and bring up all the words I have about all my children and fill the darkness of my pictureless minds with all their wonderful attributes. I silently pray, “Let this be a good day. Let the people of their new world see them for the wonderful people they are and appreciate them for all of who they are.” I hold each child in my mind for a moment. Then, I get back to work. I have a full day of work and studying to fit into this brief period away from my children. I have adjustments of my own to make to this new pattern of things. It’s a “first day” for me and for Mark, too.