1. Summer ends on August 1. No matter what day summer was supposed to go until, August 1 was the real "last day of summer" when I was a child. August 1 was the first day of an eight-to-nine day stretch where my mom isolated herself in her classroom before kindergarten orientation and the first day of school. I would spend at least two or three of those days helping her clean out the cubbies and re-organize her books. In reality, I probably slowed her down more than I helped, but I still enjoyed doing it.
My mom's classroom last year |
Our kitchen table right now |
Us on a walk at 7 am before the St. Louis humidity hit full force |
In front of the Fabulous Fox |
My first day of freshman year, and Hunter's first day of sixth grade |
Until next time,
Taylor xx
Your mom has touch many lives and is an excellent educator. One of my first memories of her was walking in to drop off Kate and seeing her at her desk trying to quickly wipe away tears before any of the kids saw her crying. Later I learned that a little girl's custodial grandfather had passed away. Your mom's heart was broken and to see how much she cared about that child moved me in a very profound way. She's one of the good ones and all three of my kids are blessed to have had her. <3
ReplyDeleteAwwh that is so sweet! She loves what she does and I am so glad your kids loved her and were able to have her as a teacher! <3
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