Monday the kids in the neighborhood got dressed in their new clothes, picked up their new backpacks and headed out the door for the first day of school. I stepped outside just in time to catch the Lego family on their way and took a family photo with their camera.
The Crow Canyon crows are back in the neighborhood, following an old instinct that began when this place was an orchard and they could grab some of the the harvest at this time of the year. The mornings are crisp and cool, followed by heat in the afternoons. It's homework, soccer practice and youth group season. It's time to run to the store every other day and pick up more of the stuff the teachers say the students have to have. It's Busy Time!! This Saturday the mall will be full of kids and moms buying the clothes they put off buying because they didn't know for sure what was going to be cool yet.
This house is still echoing with voices of my own children, getting ready and heading out to Walt Disney, Pine Valley and Cal High. I see myself laughing and urging them to stand still for just one moment while I snap a picture of them. I still feel the thrill of the first day of school, the sense of promise and excitement, anxiety and hope.
I wonder if I will always feel the same way at this time of the year, that it is a time of new beginnings.
Time has a way of softening the edges of memory so that mainly the joy remains in the frame. What I remember now is the pride I always felt, and the hope that my kids would be happy and growing through the new school year. It was an adventure waiting to be experienced by all of us. It was a unique time of the year, loaded with anticipation.
It's nice to see that the first day of school is still basically the same in the neighborhood. I miss the joy and hubbub, but it's other peoples' turn now and I can live with being a spectator, mentally editing out the hard stuff and believing that...
it's just magic to go back to school.