As the alarm sounded this morning, I found myself rolling over, hitting the snooze button and blinking my eyes. My mind was trying to compute. What day was it? Was it really the first day of school? Was my youngest truly beginning her Junior year?
It all seemed a blur. Nothing was making sense.
My daughter attends a year round school. We love it! But something was different about this “first day of school”. There was no excitement!
My daughter wasn’t beaming over her new school supplies or her first day of school outfit. She slowly rolled out of bed with a growl and said, “Do I HAVE to get up?”
I, too, wasn’t beaming with excitement over the freshness of a new year. I usually love the beginning of school as it marks a new season – a time to refocus, look ahead, and be productive again after a summer of lolly-gagging.
I feel today as if I’ve blinked twice and missed the significance of the day.
I’ve blinked twice and woke up to my daughter being a junior. How did that happen?
Amazingly, I blinked twice and I’m still having a hard time focusing.