Time is so slippery. As we get older we feel the slip of time differently, having children pulls these time-space continuums to extremes. Nothing slower than a night with an infant who won’ t sleep and nothing seems faster than a school-age child flying through grade levels. As we prep for the beginning of the school year again this year I cannot help mentioning that it is clearly a delight to see our little humans head back into the classroom. But a little part of me whimpers inside, too. Tomorrow school really is supposed to start.
When O got up this morning and joined us at the breakfast table his first muttering was, “Why is it so dark?” I know some have been back in school for weeks but in the Seattle area many of us are just getting back to it.
There’s heartache and anxiety that comes with day one of school because the day is so emblematic for a year of what is to come. First day is packed of a blend of hopes and dreams, worries and insecurities, and pure unbridled excitement. For the last few years I’ve been asking the boys 20 standard questions just before they start. Here’s what they said this year: