The start of school is bittersweet for me. I do appreciate when the boys are in school – learning and growing. I appreciate the quiet days with the early beginnings.
But I do miss them. And I am very conscious of the time ticking away; they’re growing up so fast. And this year, we start thinking about college for our oldest son. Unbelievable.
I won’t pretend that the first day of school doesn’t freak me out. I wrote about it here in 2006 and here in 2009. And in case you don’t want to click on the links, I’ll summarize it for you here. I cry the first day of school. Always have, always will. It’s just how it is. Feel free to ask my mom. She’ll confirm it.
So, as I was saying, we went school supply shopping today.
We don’t need crayons anymore. We buy college-ruled paper and flash drives.
I don’t know where the time has gone.
And as we were putting the supplies away and restocking our pencil and paper supplies, I took the time to clean out the drawers. I found fingerpainting paper (why did I save that?), safety scissors, and more crayons than you could shake a stick at. The crayons were in the Crayola ‘cigar’ box that we’ve had for as long as I can remember and a Crayola-branded zip up case that came with an art set that Davis got for his birthday when he was 3. Seriously? We have so many crayons that I doubt you’d really believe me if I counted them.
And you know what? I don’t have the heart to throw them out. I just don’t. Seeing and smelling them brings back memories of Davis and Sophie coloring at the kitchen table, Reed eating his first blue, Max coloring on the high chair tray. And of course, I can’t forget all the amazing art projects and coloring books.
So the boys are ready for school. 8th, 9th, and 11th grades. They aren’t taking crayons on their first day. Or any day. But I’m not throwing them out.
I just can’t.