It should have been the (first) year of three schools -- two at the elementary, one at the middle, and one at the high school.
One at the middle.
But it isn't.
We're only at two schools. The elementary and the high school.
It should be easier, right? Only two schools.
It should be easier with only two.
And yet it's not, of course. It's harder. So much harder.
I should be kissing four heads goodnight and setting up four lunches and planning four backpacks and taking four first day of school pictures and worrying over how to get to three schools...
But I'm not.
So instead I said Shema three times and tomorrow I'll kiss three heads and I'll know that it just isn't quite right.
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