You can tell it’s the first day of school in our area as Facebook is loaded with first day pictures of their children in all their first day finery. I don’t do this often but on the first day of school I too go out to the bus stop to wish the kids good luck and see them off.
We live in a Norman Rockwell neighborhood where the children all play nicely out in the cul de sac, they love to pet your dog, they help you when you need it, and they play all day.
The twins down the street started their first day of kindergarten. Too cute for words. Their tiny backpacks loaded with new stuff.
That first day of school is reminiscent of my own children and my years served on the school board. I love the first day. The hope of great things to come for that year, the anticipation of what will this teacher be like, the popular bus driver assigning seats, and the new stuff in the glittery backpacks, and the hours giving back through PTO and volunteering in schools that are not your own.
It’s always fresh in your mind that first day. Those fresh little faces so excited to get started. Life is good.