The first day of school may be more anxiety ridden for me, than for the kids.
I toss and turn the night before, wondering if I’ve prepared them for the social angst, the work, the general knowledge of knowing where to go, who to trust, what’s in their backpacks.
And then we walk through the doors and, in the case of one, her head goes down and she’s more than determined to conquer each task given with determination and perfection. In the case of the other, he’s relieved that a summer of isolation is over and his social butterfly can soar free, talking 100 miles per minute.
After…comes the silence. Sitting in an empty home where I continue to fret and hope I’ve done my best for them to succeed and excel.
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