Happy (School) Days Are (Hopefully) Here Again!
Home renovations, school starting up, and other activities spell chaos for columnist Helen Baldwin
Lights! Camera! Action!
My family’s goings-on might make good fodder for a reality TV show. It’s been a memorable year so far, including my mother’s declining health and death in February; a collapsed ceiling and water damage two months later in what had been Mom’s apartment, which stemmed from a leak upstairs in what had been her house before our son, Matthew, purchased it; the frantic packing up and dismantling of much of the upstairs for repair work; a move by Matthew’s family to a rental house across the county; and finally, a return to their house Sunday.
Not that the house was ready. The replacement flooring is almost complete, but baseboards and trim are still missing. Additional tile had to be ordered for a small area. The kitchen didn’t move, but all of the appliances did, and they’re still mostly not where they belong.
Mom’s former apartment still resembles a hoarder’s paradise, stuffed with most of the belongings of Matthew’s family to ease the flooring replacement upstairs.
As soon as Matthew dares, he’ll contact the clean-up company that hauled off virtually everything from my mother’s former apartment after the flood and schedule a time for them to bring it all back. Surely there will be some vacant space by then.
Hopefully, the company will return two boxes I didn’t think to retrieve: the ones with my folks’ ashes.
We scrambled on Sunday to get things ready enough at the house, which is a quick dash down the road from where my husband, Randy, and I live. Matthew, who is helping to coach our local high school football team, had a long coaches’ meeting that afternoon, followed by an essential trip to the grocery store. I offered to help Jill, our daughter-in-law, with baths for our grandchildren, Clara and James. Jill’s not supposed to do any heavy lifting for a while, and James, 4, is heavy lifting. He needed a boost onto his bed, which is nice, cozy, and still a bit too high.
The urgency of getting things rolling along came on what is undoubtedly one of the most chaotic nights of the year: the night before school starts. By the time this column is published, we will be on day three of first grade for Clara, with a teacher she really wanted, and pre-K for James at a new school. Clara cannot wait! James’ first day last year was rough, but that was last year. I’m an optimist.
Add soccer practice and games for both, Girl Scouts for Clara, school and other obligations for Jill (who is a teacher) and Matthew (a community college instructor and football coach). Randy’s working on a honey shed and workshop and tending to bees. Etc., etc., etc.
My family lived across the street from the elementary school, so I walked to school every day. For the most part, I loved school and my teachers.
My mother didn’t care for school and even wrote notes to her parents every day while at school detailing how much she pined for them. (Note: She was not at a boarding school!) My brother, Paul, inherited Mom’s abysmal attitude toward school, although he kept going and became a physician. Matthew didn’t enjoy the ride to school but was OK once he arrived. Our daughter, Katie, loved school, yet she was ecstatic to learn she could graduate from high school early. She did the same for college.
Regardless of how much any of us looked forward (or not) to school, the year often kicked off eventfully. Unfortunately for Katie, she started kindergarten the year the county decided to stagger the first few days, with each student attending only one of the first four days. Matthew was envious, but Katie was crushed — she’d been wearing her new backpack at home for weeks.
With a last name starting with “B,” though, she was scheduled for the first day. When The Day finally arrived, we loaded the van and headed to school. The traffic was sparse, and we were the only ones in the drop-off line. Odd.
Surprise! School had been canceled due to flooding in the county the night before. Matthew cheered. Katie booed.
The most difficult school year start fell in 1997, less than a month after our baby, Jeffrey, was diagnosed with SMA. Matthew entered sixth grade, and Katie entered third.
The summer had been a whammy after the diagnosis, especially upon learning that Jeffrey likely wouldn’t be with us long. Stress, tears, and prayers for miracles quickly became the norm.
This picture sums up that first day back to some semblance of “normal” better than any words. Jeffrey was wailing, not wanting his favorite siblings to leave him behind. Matthew and Katie also didn’t want their favorite baby brother to leave them behind, especially while they were at school.
Matthew’s “No Fear” shirt is particularly fitting for every first day of school and beyond.
Happy, sane (ha!) school year to all.
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