The first week of school is akin to crashing a boat into a dock. It’s filled with new routines, new problem-solving, meetings, and a general re-organizing of our time.
It is also a time of new beginnings, of possibility. For that reason, I’ve often written about how much I love the fall.
This fall, there are no changing leaves, no sweaters, no mornings where you can see your breath, no crisp, dry breezes. It was a humid, rainy day (that later gave way to sunshine) when Beanie boarded to air-conditioned bus that took her to kindergarten.
Beanie looked very intimidated when she first saw the large bus, and she quietly sat in the front seat. When she came home, however, she bounced off with a grin, and proclaimed, “Kindergarten is fun!”
Her and the bus driver now are buddies, and she has a “best friend” from the apartment complex, who sits by her.