As usual, we are the last people to go back to school. After five years, I should be used to this, but I’m not. We have more than two weeks until school begins. In many ways, it’s great. Indian summer is here and instead of being in a classroom, my kids can be outside. Now is the time to visit amusement parks, explore the city or to relax at the beach because the crowds have gone home, already deep into the seriousness of the school year. But there is an odd feeling too, like the last people to leave a ghost town. And maybe we’re just sensitive, but people keep asking what were doing or looking the kids over to see if they’re home from school sick.
“At some point, you feel like that freaky home school family,” a friend said. For the record, she didn’t mean that home schooling families are freaks, she meant ones who aren’t actually following through with the schooling part. I knew exactly what she meant because I too quickly tell people my kids don’t begin school until mid-September or else, if we are home schooling, why are we kicking it at Starbucks all morning? Instead, if people know I’m just trying to kill some daylight, our lallygagging makes sense.
Come post-Labor Day, when you see a stressed out mom with kids in tow, cut her some slack because for some, the most wonderful time of the year has yet to come.