My four kids will be back in school tomorrow . . . all day long. My oldest is going into high school. Yes, I am now the mother of a freshman. Can you believe it? I know I am having a hard time with that idea. In fact, it is making me feel my years and I know I don’t really have all that many of them.
My youngest is heading into first grade. He is so very excited about it too. He keeps telling me, with an exaggerated pout on his face, “I want to go to school today.” What are the chances this attitude will last the month?
My middle two kids are treating it all as just another day in the life of a kid. They are busy reading the Warriors books to each other and acting out scenes from the books. Being 8 and 12 must be so easy.
Actually I have been secretly wishing I could slip on my black cloak, (ok it is just a big piece of shiny black cloth I pin around my neck) and grab my wooden longsword and slip out to the dunes to play a little myself. The stories and characters generated from the play would be entertaining and inspiring. And maybe I would loosen up enough to just write instead of judging every little word I submit to my word processor.
On the other hand, with my kids gone all day and the week off from work, I will have 4 days to really work on my writing.
Maybe I will slip that cloak on while I am alone in the house at the computer. Couldn’t hurt.
