It was a big morning in the McHale household. Our sweet baby soon-to-be-three Lulu began what we hope will be a wonderful and prosperous journey into the world of higher education…the caterpiller class at her brand new pre-k school in the East Village. We took her inside, she dumped her shoes, backpack and lunch box into her cubby and promptly ditched Mom and Dad for the peg board, play dough and promises of a great day with new friends.
So, when I came into the office this morning and saw these shoes that I keep on my desk at the suggestion of some sort of how-to-brighten-your-day article I read a couple of years ago, I realized that my Monday’s with Lu will now be taking her to school in the morning and coming home at the end of the day to hear about her new adventures in a new place with new friends. I already miss my Monday’s with Lu, but can’t wait to hear about every one of hers as she navigates forward on this grand voyage that is her own. Go Lu!
Summer is amazing. Love the beach, hanging out with the kids on the roof with the sprinkler going, watching our plants grow and the general good vibes that come along with the sunshine and warm weather. But I have to admit that the beginning of the school year brings me a major sense of relief.
I love getting us all up at the same time and talking with the kids while they’re eating their breakfast. I love the hustle and bustle of trying to get those kids dressed as our phones begin to blow up with work’s emergencies. And getting out the door just before 8AM with the dogs and a now 5th grader is far and away my favorite way to start the day. We gab about what’s going on for the day and week. We jab each other and laugh about the perils of being a big brother to a three-year old sister or how completely insane our dog Peanut is as she tries to scoop up a scrap of pumpernickel left over from last night’s garbage. And then, Mr. Cavan gives me a great big hug at the entrance to his school and I watch him trod off through the courtyard to begin his day’s journey. Thank you, my 10-year-old pal, for giving me those amazing mornings. I will continue to enjoy each one while it lasts.
In case anyone was thinking, “Hmmmm…I wonder what my 9 year old might bring home from after school art class today.” Here it is!