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I Volunteer!

Now that both of my kids are in school, it’s a little weird. Don’t get me wrong, I actually LOVE it. And I have plenty to do. But now there are options open to me, that weren’t open before.

For example, I can go out to breakfast with friends. And go grocery shopping, with no one begging for candy and Jello. I can meet my husband for lunch.

And. I can volunteer at the school. Until this year, I’ve had Leah-Belle home with me, so I was pretty tied down. Now, I’m free as a bird and could sign up for every committee and program available to parents of students.

Which actually kind of freaks me out, because it’s so soccer-mom. *shudder*

The other side of me is a bit excited, because I’ve never volunteered for anything outside of the church setting. It might be fun and I might get to know more people and, you know, good stuff.

When Open House rolled around this week, I mentioned to Isaiah’s teacher, “I’m a stay-at-home mom… with no kids at home. So I’m able to help when you need me.”

Her eyes lit up like I’d just handed her a lifetime supply of chocolate. And why not? I’ve got fairly good hygiene and a drivers license and I offered all on my own. What more could she want?!

She immediately signed me up for a school field-trip to the zoo at the end of the month. She said something about how I could have half the class and she’d have the other half. …And I just thought I was going to end up helping with craft day or something.

But I’m kind of looking forward to it. Helping with events that I don’t have to plan always works well for me. Isaiah still thinks it’s cool to have his mom around, so he’ll be happy. And I have a great mom-voice if anyone gets out of line. Really, how much trouble can 10 or 11 Second Graders actually get into at the zoo?

Maybe I shouldn’t ask.

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San Francisco 49ers v Carolina Panthers

First Day of the Rest of Her Life

Today was way less traumatic than last year.

Back to school, that is.

Everyone got ready in plenty of time and I even managed to eat breakfast before taking the kids to school. Nobody had a meltdown when we insisted on taking pictures. I found a parking spot right next to the school. And they let me walk the kids to class.

Yes, on the way, I did somehow manage to dump all the contents of my purse on the floor of my car. Still, compared to all the things that went right, it was minor.

But I feel kind of guilty, a little bit. Because I didn’t cry.

I mean, every mom is supposed to cry when they put their baby into Kindergarten, right? I thought it was a rule or something.

But no. I just cheerily shoved her into class. She gave me a kiss before going to see the guinea pigs. And that was it.

Leah is joining Isaiah at the same school he attended last year. The office staff all know my face and which kid is associated with that face. I mean, everyone knows Isaiah.

So Leah is already known by association. You can’t imagine how many times teachers and staff have ooh-ed and ah-ed, saying, “Isaiah! Is this your sister? Is she coming to school here too? What’s her name?!” Which might annoy some younger siblings, but I can tell Leah loves it.

Now it’s Leah’s turn to make a name for herself. By the end of the year, some people might even refer to Isaiah as “Leah’s brother.” And I think that’s why I didn’t cry.

Because growing up really is a beautiful thing.



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