Just like that, summer is behind us and a new school year is upon us. Frankly, I have no idea where the summer went. I can account for about five days of it (spent at Disneyland!), but the rest of it is a blur. That's okay though. We're happy to return to the predictability of school -- they go the same place every day at the same time with the same people, and that's good for all of us.
First grade and fourth grade this year. They know the school, they know where the restrooms and water fountains are, they know many of the kids and teachers. So although they are in new classrooms with new teachers and a new group of students, much of it is familiar and comfortable.
As I filled out the hopes-and-dreams paperwork for teachers yesterday, I realized that I didn't have a lot to say. There's so much more to worry about when one or the other starts kindergarten, or when it's all brand new. But we've done this once or twice now. The hopes and dreams start to repeat themselves.
I find myself thinking big picture -- I hope they will be confident in their abilities and capabilities, I hope they will be comfortable with who they are and like themselves, I hope they will find learning fun and engaging.
And although the paperwork asks about hopes and dreams for students, I can't help but think about the teachers. I hope the teachers will get to see the best sides of our kids, that our kids will make their teachers smile and laugh as they do us, that the teachers will feel inspired and motivated by these little creatures whose futures are so bright.