Well it's the first day of school for Madison. I'm still not exactly sure what happened to the summer, but it's pretty much gone. We ended it with a bang with some friends over lobster (we are in Maine :)).
Anyway, its 5 in the morning and I'm already wanting to put the coffee on, but I'd better let Will sleep a little longer. Unfortunately for him Madison got the I get up at the buttcrack of dawn gene from me.
I heard her get up earlier (really should have thought about having our room near the bathroom when we bought our house), and I know she's up in her room right now with all kinds of the same feelings that I'm having right now.
She's nervous, excited, and anxious, as I am, but both of us for different reasons. I had a love/hate relationship with school. I loved it because it provided me an escape from a lot of not so good things going on in my life. I also loved learning new things and still do. I could be a professional student if only someone else would pay the bills. I didn't the people at school. Everyone seemed to fit into some sort of little group and I never did. Sure I made good grades, but I was no prodigy. I had a few friends here and there, but not the way most people look back at school and remember. I know part of the reason was that I went to so many schools I've lost count.
So I'm nervous and anxious about school starting today for Madison. But for me its because I never want her to have any of the feelings that I did for school. At least none of the bad ones. It's hard to protect your child from something you have no control over, and that bugs me the most.
