Thursday, August 09, 2007

Summer's End

It's been a long summer. It is super hot and lots of bad reality shows are on television. While neither of those things look like they are going to change anytime soon, summer is indeed going to end soon. The first harbinger of fall was taxfree shopping last week. Zeke got some new clothes and we went school supply shopping.

Yes, school supply shopping. Oh, how it makes me wince.

Zeke starts preschool at a neighborhood church in two weeks. All summer long I have been looking forward to this, largely because it means I will have those hours free for my consulting work and won't have to find a babysitter or ask Aaron to rearrange his schedule. But once I got the school supply list, I started feeling hesitant! Handsoap, a nap mat, facial tissue, wet wipes, et cetera...they made me sigh like they never have before. I did buy a bento-style lunch box with lots of compartments for Zeke that I am very excited about. To recap: a lunch box makes me smile and handsoap makes me sigh. This is tricky new emotional territory.


Of course, it is only two days a week -- two half days a week at that really -- but I know it will still represent a transition. I also know that it will be really good for Zeke, because he could really benefit from all the resources that being in a classroom offers. Tomorrow we have orientation and get to meet his teachers. I already know a few of his classmates and their parents because they are in our playgroup.

I don't know if Zeke will be ready to go, but at least he is ready to style his hair for school.

1 comment:

Trish said...

It is still extremely hot here in NC, but summer has to have an end. Getting ready for school is surely a hopeful sign.
I understand your feelings about Zeke beginning to venture out. I predict that Zeke will be fine with school. He has shown that he likes other people. He is obviously learning rapidly now, as demonstrated by the way he imitates your actions. Just wait for all the new things he learns at school and the unexpected things he learns from the other children.
Love,
Trish