School has not started for us yet. Due to a delay in construction for Girl #1’s school and the Montessori schedule for Girl #2, we are still in endless summer days here. While our friends’ children trod off to school each day or head up to bed while the sun still plays, our girls (and we) are stuck in an odd sort of twilight world: school seems close but really far off.
We are still wearing summer dresses and tee shirts that looked fresh three months ago but now are stained and faded. The older girls’ hair is sun-bleached and ragged. I keep meaning to make their back-to-school hair appointments, but something in me puts it off. Maybe I like this never-ending summer?
When school ended in May, I felt a loss. The orderly days, the sense of scholarly purpose, it was gone in a flash of Kinder graduation parties and Montessori picnics. Summer seemed foreign and completely unknown. But here we are, on the other side of it, gardens falling over with ripe produce and yards gone dead from the heat.
Oh, we’ll head back soon. I know it. First grade looms on Sept. 17. Cooling weather will chase us back to the drop-off line, Crocs exchanged for shoes that tie (if we can find them). Jonathan will welcome more time during the day to work on his next book. The baby will start to crawl. Healthy Creatures will be in the App Store. Life moves and swings and rolls on.