The First Day of School

Going to the Bus Stop

This is how the girls looked this morning as they walked up to the bus stop, Henry and Matthew and I following behind.

It feels like a lifetime ago, the first day of school last year when we waved goodbye to our brave kindergartner and 3rd grader.

We did not know that in between that first day of school and this one, both of their grandmothers would die, their great uncle would die, their great aunt would receive a terminal cancer diagnosis and their paternal grandfather would spend much of the year in the hospital. We did not know that these two girls would each suffer two broken wrists, as well as the usual childhood illnesses. We did not know that we would spend so much of the year lost in sickness and sadness.

I think the girls were relieved to go back to school today. They’re ready for the structure, and being with their friends, and a break from this house where their parents have so little left to give, emotionally. I’m sorry that this summer was what it was.

I hope this year will be better, at least a little.

About rbpepper

Rebecca is an artist, writer, and photographer with degrees in Theater and Social Work, and is currently a Stay at Home Mom to her three kids. Some part of her house is always a mess, she lets her kids paint on the table and design their own costumes, and she makes excellent allergen-free cookies. She lives with her equally creative husband and children in a part of Virginia known for being "pretty close to Dulles Airport", and dreams of moving to an old farmhouse in New England.
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