Last Thursday my daughter’s went back to school. I know many of you who are reading this will think “wow my kids went back to school weeks ago,” which I have to tell you I have a problem with. When I was a kid we never went back to school before September and honestly if you do it’s Un-American. You should write your congressmen immediately if you do not start school in September and end in June. It is just the way it is and always should be.
But I digress……..
Having my girls go back to school naturally makes me think of those times when I was a kid. My girls are a lot different than I was. While they got excited and couldn’t wait for the new school year I dreaded it. I mean physically dreaded it, I remember starting to get sad in August because I know summer break only had a month or so to go. The week before school started was absolutely the worse, I would stay up late at night because I knew next week I would have to go to bed early.
It wasn’t even that the summer meant vacation and visiting my relatives, I loved all that but I just really, really hated school. Honestly it wasn’t until I went to college that I actually enjoyed going to school and learning. I’m sure a lot of that had to do with the fact in college I could actually choose classes that interested me. This isn’t the type of attitude I would suggest, my hatred of school made me a horrible student which ironically lead to me having to go to summer school after my Freshmen and Sophomore years.
I really envy my girls love of school and wish I had it. Most will think while reading this that at a young age I must have loved school, because most kids do initially and then eventually develop their loathing. But I can honestly and truly say I never, ever liked school. My girls never had to endure the sadness I had to as the summer wound down.
One thing that contributes to the girls looking forward to school is that it gives them a break from each other. To paraphrase my youngest Olivia when during one moment of frustration with her sisters “We are spending too much time together.” During the summer the girls are around each other all day, they don’t have that break from each other that school provides. Siblings will normally wear on each other, during the summer it is even worse and intensified.
There is something still a bit sad about the beginning of the school year. It means my girls are getting old. Julia is in 5th grade, Mia 3rd and Olivia Kindergarten. Sure birthdays mark their age, but them advancing to another grade reminds me that my time with them is really short. There will be a September one day when Julia and Mia will be in college and Olivia will be at the end of her high school years. It seems like even as I get older I still hate the new school year.