First Day of School

Another first day of school. As my last child is sailing through high school, I am aware that these “firsts” are numbered. Soon, they will be a memory.

This morning, I woke up and thought back to other first days of school:

When my eldest child started first grade, I packed her a lunch that would feed a lumberjack. And his cousin.

When my second child started second grade, he came home in tears because the big boy desks he had been looking forward to were not there. Instead, due to budget cuts and impacted classrooms, his class was still using tables. “Like those kindergarten babies used,” he complained.

While living in Hong Kong, the first days meant watching my kids, now in uniforms, climb onto gigantic buses that roared off in a cloud of diesel fumes, careening around the island to the international school.

This morning, Tad’s older brother, Gary, still home from college, took him to high school. A cooler delivery service than Mom.

But I still followed them into the car, snapping pictures, knowing I only have two more “first days of school” to go. Sigh.

About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.

Comments

  1. Clayton says:

    We have one more first to go and today she DROVE herself to school. UGH!
    TEXAS

  2. Leticia says:

    Hi Suzanne,
    Found your website after finding your postcard in my mail. Congratulations on your new book. Planning to read it soon.

  3. Ann says:

    we left ours in San Diego and Los Angeles 🙂 The “empy nest” isn’t so bad, after all!