The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear. – H.P. Lovecraft
Life was trickling along happily this summer.
And then September came.
September is a cruel month, for kids and moms. The shopping, planning, early mornings, and fights over what to wear (I think that’s a girl thing), shocks us all out of the lazy, hazy days of summer.
September was even more cruel this year, since summer didn’t start until August 3rd, or so, and peaked just after Labour Day.
But a week into Grade One, we heard Noelle had – miraculously – gotten a spot at the fine arts school, a place I just knew would be right for her, a place I thought it would take years to get her into.
She started her new school in Level 2 reading. A week and a half later, she was in Level 5.
Right now, she’s reading Amelia Bedelia to us at bedtime.
So when this mid-September school change hump was past, I started to get comfortable. I started to think, this is it. I started to believe my life – and Noelle’s, and David’s, and even little Elliana’s – would be light years better.
David is snickering right now, because just this morning we argued over the meaning of the phrase ‘light year.’ Read more