Halfway through our vacation last week, you asked me, “I go back to school tomorrow?”
I could tell, you weren’t asking me if you had to go to school the next day- you were asking if you could go to school the next day.
What’s not to love about spending 10 days in northern California with all your cousins, getting to play all day and have your parents turn a blind eye to you drinking juice?
(Sure enough, your eczema reappeared by the 2nd day, which is why we typically don’t let you drink juice.)
I say it all comes down to routine. You’re like me- you thrive in the routine.
Being on vacation is so… open-ended, and even… intimidating to the psyche. The part about not knowing what to expect the day is hard for you (and me) to process.
So I totally get why half-way through our vacation, you asked about going home.
Of course, you totally had a blast the rest of the week, and I still have a story or two to tell about that soon!
But I will say, now that we’re back in Tennessee, you completely appreciate the comfort of the familiar routine.
You were way too excited to hop in the Honda Element for the ride to school yesterday, which was your first time back to school in close to two weeks.
Very joyfully, you kicked your legs along with the bathroom echo rock music of The Shins as we hardly spoke any words on the 45 minute drive to school. You were just so excited to know you were about to enter back into your life of structure. I love it when you are that content and at peace with me, giddy and smiling the whole time.
Even though you showed some unusual hesitation when I dropped you off, I knew you wouldn’t have much trouble readjusting.