It's back to school soon!!!

Breath, breath… Can you smell it? What what?! You know what I mean. The smell, this smell just now; the smell of new pens, new binders, new crayons and markers, the smell of new backpacks, new clothes, and you know what that means. It’s almost back to school day!

When kids go back to school. The heavens open. The angels sing, and I get to dance with joy.

Morgane will be entering her 2nd year of kindergarten and Arthur will be in his 1st year of elementary. Morgane is keeping the same teacher as last year. I adore her teacher. She's kind and hands on, and very sweet with the children. Now, myy biggest hope is that Arthur will be happy with his new teacher.

Remember on Mary Poppins, when Jane and Michael wrote a letter and asked for the perfect nanny? The dad was stunned when Mary Poppins handed him the list that he had thrown into the fire. It went something like this:

 “If you want this choice position, have a cheery disposition; rosy cheeks, no warts; play games, all sorts. You must be kind, you must be witty, very sweet and very pretty; take us on outings, give us treats, sing songs, bring sweets.”

For more than a month now, this song has been going through my mind. That famous wish list.

I have a wish list of my own, and it goes like this:

Wanted:  TEACHER. Must be sweet, even-tempered, hip, funny, pretty, smart, young, experienced and energetic. Must never yell, get mad, throw things or lose her temper. Must be very patient, wear stylish clothes, have a lovely laugh and smell like fresh baked cookies.

I’ve met Arthur’s new teacher once before school ended last June. She’s young but does she have all the other qualification? Only time will tell… I only hope that she is committed to her job and to the kids. I’ll hope she’ll have time to know my child inside and out: that she’ll listen when he talks about what he likes and dislikes, what he cares about, that she’ll push him to be independent, self-sufficient, confident and responsible. That she’ll guide him when things don’t go his way and will laugh with him (and applaud) when they do. That she will push him until he reaches the potential that we know he has, and that she will be there when he falls, to pick him back up, dust him off and start him back up that hill.

It’s a bit a definition of being a mom, but after all, the teacher has the privilege to spend more time than I do with the children, and even if I often complain, these time are precious… So I hope she’ll step up to the plate, and that everything will run smoothly…