The first day of school is Wednesday in our South Jersey town and the Little Girl will be making her second-grade debut with her mom.
The custody schedule is such that I am not the official on-duty parent on day one. I will make a cameo appearance, though, showing up at the classroom to give my daughter a hug and to shake the teacher’s hand.
I’ve bought all the school supplies and a bunch of clothes to get things going. But I’d also wanted to make her breakfast, brush her hair, and drive her to the building – then pick her up at day’s end and make some kind of ceremonial fuss. My mom would always bake a cake on the first day of school. I can’t bake, so I thought we’d get ice cream.
That’s not happening. Certainly, I can buy her ice cream another day. But I wanted to have been more a part of the first morning, and to have heard first-hand, as she settled into the back seat of the car after the final bell, how the day went, who is in her class, and what the teacher is like.