Kids are talking about it. Some parents are dreading it. Others are looking (very) forward to it. Sadly, just saying it feels like our beloved summer is coming to an end. Unfortunately, we can’t stop it. So let’s embrace it (at least for the purposes of this blog post.) That’s right, you guessed it, it’s back to school time!
We thought it would be fun to share some of our favorite (and not so favorite) back to school memories.
Some of my earliest memories in life are turning green with envy as, year after year after year, my four older siblings went back to school shopping. And nothing made me more jealous than those lunchboxes. Oh, how I longed for one of those brightly colored, character-covered, treasure-holders where Mom packed lunches the likes of which I never saw at home. Everything was tidily wrapped and tucked inside just so; sandwiches folded in wax paper (paper that doubled as your placemat!) Whole shiny red apples (not cut into slices as they were served at home), baggies filled with orange sections (already peeled!) And cookies! Even the occasional store-bought treat. One of the best days of my life was the one when I got my school-bus-shaped lunch box complete with happy, eager, carefree Disney characters on their way to school. Like I soon would be! Yippee!
|Here it is. The coolest lunchbox in the world. (Carol used it for four years.)|
That school bus was also calling my name. Needless to say, when the first day of Kindergarten arrived I was eager to scale those three giant stairs along with my lunchbox and proudly take my seat on bus #15.
Being the oldest in my family, I’m sure I was quite the opposite of Carol. When I was little, my brothers got to stay home with mom, living it up while I had to go to school! So unfair.
But my best memory is of my first day of high school. I think about it a lot this year as my daughter is facing her first day of high school one week from today. She is so nervous and that is exactly how I remember feeling. I can still picture myself pacing in the family room bright and early that first day, wondering what was going to happen to me at that humongous school down the street where kids who were old enough to DRIVE went to school.
|Amy rocked this place with her really big bangs and Benetton sweater.|
I had carefully chosen my outfit the night before and was feeling pretty good about how stylish my new fall wardrobe from Benetton was. My permed curls were moussed and my bangs were blow-dried so they poofed exactly the way they were supposed to in 1988.
My dad was kind enough to drive me to school that first day and I remember thinking I wasn’t going to know anyone (even though half the kids I went to junior high with were going to be there). As I walked toward the doors, my friend Jorie appeared out of what seemed like nowhere. Relieved to know I wasn’t alone, we clung to one another for dear life and entered the building together.
Little did I know I would meet the boy who would become my husband two years later or get to meet the President of the United States almost three years later when I was chosen to represent my school at a Drug-Free recognition ceremony in Washington DC. High school was pretty amazing.
I am actually meeting Jorie for lunch tomorrow and am blessed to still have her friendship all these years later. I hope my daughter will look back on her first day with the same fondness that I do. And I hope she has that friend who sticks by her side as she begins this new adventure in life!
What’s your earliest or best or worst back to school memory? Did you miss the bus or put your shirt on inside out? Meet your real-life hero? Trip in the lunchroom and spill your chili and cornbread all over your teacher (yep, that’s a blog post for another day)? We’d love to hear about it!