|My son showing off his first backpack|
I remember that at first I HATED it, but then later I enjoyed it immensely. My little brother, though, never seemed to really like school and went through quite a few periods when he insisted his teachers hated him. He used to come up with all kinds of outlandish tales about his teachers, trying to justify to our parents why he should be allowed to stay home. In fact, his tall tales inspired me to write this poem about 10 years ago:
Just ask my little brother
‘Bout his new teacher at school;
He’ll say she’s like no other
‘Cause she makes lava seem cool!
He claims she is a teacher
From deep outer space somewhere;
A mean and ugly creature
With large horns beneath her hair.
He imagines that she ate
All her students from before
For not staying at school late
And doing homework galore!
He says that she breathes fire
And vents smoke when she is mad.
He cries, “We’ll all expire
If we fail to keep her glad!”
Now can you understand why
My brother can’t go to school?
For to go would mean to die,
And that would make him a fool!
Although it is years later, I still find myself chuckling at my little brother’s crazy stories. And I look at my own children now and often wonder if they might eventually do the same. School is an exciting journey, but it is also so full of changes and new things that it can be a little scary, too. I hope both of my children will have an easier time than I did during the first few years of school. I will be reminding them every step of the way that they aren’t alone . . . that I’m there supporting them and rooting for them 100%!