First Day of School '10

  • Shane Adkisson
  • Aug 13, 2015

Wow.  I just found this.  Had to repost.  (My daughter is about to start eighth grade and my son is now entering college.)  

Yesterday my kids started back to school.  Watching them engage the adventure of a new school always floods my mind with memories.

My daughter is entering third grade.  For me, third grade was the most dysfunctional year of my formal education.  My teacher struggled with controlling the classroom.  Lots of fighting, including fights between students and the teacher.  Yeah, including the teacher . . . I told you it was dysfunctional (Extremely sweet teacher though--always felt sorry for her.)

On the other hand, my son is kicking off his adventure into eigth grade.  I can't believe he's that old.  I know every adult says things like that, but dang!  I remember my first day of seventh grade very well.  The moment is burned into my conscience.  I remember how I felt, the mood of the crowd as we waited outside for the school doors to open and how overwhelmed I felt about finding my classes, not to mention the pressure of remembering my locker combination! (5 - 16 - 36--yeah that's really what it was!)

Jr. High had highlights, "low-lights" and a dark side.  

The highlights of my memory were friends, first girlfriends, breakdancing, double-dutch, basketball, flipping, football, rap music, going to Boy Scout camp with my dad and winning the "Daniel Boone Shoot", roller skating, bmx racing, being an exchange student to France, dressing "cool" and the biggest food fight I've ever seen/participated in!

Low-lights were breaking a collar bone, spraining an ankle, rap music and first girlfriends . . . and maybe dressing "cool" because looking back, I'm not so sure it was. :)

The dark parts were gangs at school, seeing cocaine for the first time, porn mags at friend's houses, witnessing my friend's older brother shoot an "unloaded" pistol he was playing with through the wall and the passing of my Grand Daddy and my great grandfather. 

Just as my parents couldn't protect me from every difficulty, I won't be able to navigate my kids' future challenges; however, I can love them with reckless abandon and pro-actively seek to give them the tools to deal with these scenarios when they arise.

Along the way I'm sometimes moved outside my comfort zone, but as I embrace the daily challenges I find that I love the parenting adventure!  And, I'm thankful that Dee Dee and I don't do it alone.